Under His Rules

Hazel

"Are you high or something?" Mr. Blackwood asks flatly.

My head snaps up. "No," I whisper, shaking quickly. Inside, though, I admit it—I might be high. High on nerves, high on him, and high on my own recklessness.

He sits on the bed, studying me like I’m a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve. "Is that how bold you are? Then why hide it all this time as my secretary?"

"Uhm– I'm the same girl who