He leaned down just for his lips to be inches from her ear, and his voice dropped to a commanding growl. "Now, go..."
"Get in the shower. And don't make me come in there and strip you myself... though we both know you wouldn't be able to stop me."
Madison felt a shiver run down her spine, half from fury, half from a terrifying, primal spark of arousal she refused to acknowledge. She wanted to scream at him, to slap that arrogant smirk off his face, but she knew he was right.
He held all the cards.
"Grrgghh... Fine," she spat, pulling her chin from his grasp and turning toward the master bathroom. "But don't expect me to smile while you do it..."
"I don't need you to smile, Madison," Mike called out after her as she marched toward the bathroom, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I just need you to obey."
As the bathroom door swung shut and the sound of rushing water began to fill the room, Madison leaned against the cool marble vanity, gasping for air.
