Daddy Dominant's Good Girl
He walked away from the maid and sat on the couch, sticking his hands in his pockets.
It was a similar mannerism I used.
"That will be all," I said, turning my attention to the maid. She nodded and backed out, closing the door almost all the way. I looked back at the boy. "Hello, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes. Ellis Peterson, I'm Ken Richardson. I don't have a lot of time to explain everything."
"Okay, I'm listening," I assured him as my mind remained stuck on his last name.
"I want you to marry my mother," the boy said.