And I took a step back.
He didn’t move fast. He didn’t need to. Every step he took toward me sucked the air from the room. I was hyper-aware of my body. My breath. The ache between my legs.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
I blinked. “What?”
“You don’t get to walk into my space, my world, and stay dressed.”
I should’ve run. Screamed. Said something smart.
But I reached down. Pulled off my shirt. My hands trembled as I unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My n*****s tightened from the air—or from his eyes. Then I unzipped my jeans. Slid them down. My panties followed.
I stood there. Naked. Exposed. Breathing too fast.
He walked in a slow circle around me.
“You’re shaking.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Good,” he said. “Now kneel.”
I dropped to my knees. The floor was cold. My sk
