Chapter 56 BREAKFAST WITH HIM

MICHELLE's P O V

‘‘Sit!’’

I had just finished placing the cup of coffee on the table, when I heard Devon speak those things, so my first reaction was to gaze at him as if I were trying to make sense of what he had just said. ‘‘What did you say, Sir?’’

‘‘I said, sit!’’ he said again, while pointing to the chair in front of him in which I had been seated earlier. Then I thought of my dog Snow, and in response, I sat back down on my seat, exactly like an obedient dog would.

‘‘Eat…’’ he ordered again as he pushed a platter with egg and toasted bread slices toward me.

Instantaneously, I lost my cool. He was talking to me in monosyllables like I was a dog. My experience with Devon led me to believe that he possessed a high level of intelligence and etiquette. Where did those go at this point?

‘‘I already had my breakfast...’’ I let out a long sigh. ‘‘Thank you, anyway…’’