She took a step back, her frown deepening.
"Your Dom waiting for you?"
Her eyes widened and her fingers automatically went to the collar where his fingers had been just seconds before.
"What's your name?" he asked, when she remained silent. "I gave you mine. The polite thing to do is return the favor."
"Josie," she said barely above a whisper. "Josie Carlysle."
"And who owns you, Josie?"
Her eyes narrowed then and she clutched her bag, shoving the remainder of her pencils into it. "Nobody owns me."
"Then did I misunderstand the significance of that collar you're wearing?"
Her fingers brushed over it again, and it made him itchy. He wanted to remove it. It wasn't right for her. A collar should be carefully chosen for a submissive. Something that matched her personality. Something made especially for her. And not just any woman.
