““Come here.” She blanched, backing away instead. “Don’t disobey me. I’ve been more than cordial. I’ve been patient and mostly kind. But if you don’t start doing what the fuck I want, I’ll show you what happens when I get pissed off.” I patted my lap again. “Come. Here.” Glowering with temper, she sniffed. Then grudgingly, unwillingly, she shuffled forward and stood in front of me; her eyes still glued to the cello in my hand. “At least, that’s a start. We’ll work on your attitude later.” Opening my left arm, I nodded at my crotch. “Sit.” Her””
