Chapter 7

JOANNE*

Adjusting his neck tie, and taking his off his jacket after,

Hardy gave me a look.

My gut gave me a weird feeling, like he was going to force me to the bed any minute.

He wouldn't now, would he?

I held my breath, as I watched the man in front of me.

His eyes never left mine as he managed to take off his wrist watch, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt that was almost a see through.

I gulped.

Hardy sighed "Now…"

Now what? What did he want now?

"I don't like you sitting on the floor. Would you get up."

His voice was gruesome and demanding.

I got up.

"Good" He breathed out.

"Now… let's have a proper conversation, take a seat" His voice was low, as he gestured his hand towards the wooden chair at the end of the room which was hardly visible.

I looked back and forth between Hardy and the chair, not wanting to have any conversation.

"Go!" He ordered, and I found my feet making their way towards the chair.

So bossy!

And I didn't know what he would d