“There was something about the decisive way he'd spoken, too. Not an order, no. But just the barest hint of a command in his voice. That meant what he was saying was final. It was, Rosemary had to admit, hot. Their interaction from last night came back to her, the feel of Ellis's warm breath on her collarbone as he'd told her she was blocking his way. Okay, so it was really hot. There was something about him that made her think he'd be like that in bed. Commanding. Kind.”