The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers #2) Read Online Free Page B

office, I rarely go home. I’m often conducting business at restaurants—sometimes, even at nightclubs.”

I swallowed, my mouth as dry as cotton. Where was he going with this?

“What would clients think of the company if I showed up with a wrinkled collar because my personal assistant failed to have it starched?”

I let out a long breath. “I’m sorry.” Stupid starch. Stupid dry cleaning. Stupid Lori. Of course it wouldn’t occur to me to ask for starch. In the few times I had some of Eric’s clothes dry-cleaned before important events, he hated starch. When was I going to remember that this was my new life and I was screwing it all up? It felt like Trevor was counting on me screwing up just so he could have the pleasure of making me feel inadequate. “Clients would probably get the wrong impression if you wore a wrinkly shirt.”

“Exactly.” He stabbed the air with a pointed finger. “Bishop Corp. needs to look perfect at all times, right down to the appearance of its CEOs. That’s why we need everyone who works here to strive for perfection. We can’t be perfect if you aren’t.”

I knew that the “you” in his statement wasn’t general—he specifically meant me.

He paced around, deep in thought. I wondered if I was going to get spanked again or if he was tired of that game. Part of me hoped he wasn’t. My nipples tightened at the possibility of being bent over his desk again, absorbing his blows on my ass. What was wrong with me?

I lowered my eyes, hoping to mask my arousal in a veil of shame and remorse.

“I need you to be better, Lori.” He purred the last part, my name. “I have to punish you again. Hopefully you’ll learn your lesson.”

I looked over at the desk and he followed my gaze before bursting into laughter. “Oh no, we’re not doing that. You’d like to get spanked, wouldn’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

How did he know I enjoyed what he did yesterday? Was my face betraying my thoughts?

“I don’t know what you’re talk—”

Trevor held out his hand. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”

What?

My thighs squeezed together instinctively as if to stifle the strange sensation that suddenly skittered between them. What was he playing at?

“Mr. Bishop, that is highly—”

“Appropriate. Given your offense. Garment for a garment.”

His steely blue eyes left no room for compromise. Hating myself a little for how turned on I felt, I realized the command had the same effect on me today as it did yesterday.

My blush crept across my face and down my throat as I slowly inched my skirt up. His eyes glittered, never looking away. The wicked scar marring his otherwise perfect face looked menacing. I reached beneath the fabric of my skirt and hooked my fingers on either side of my panties. I was excruciatingly turned on in spite of my humiliation, feeling a thrill as the air hit my bare pussy when I drew the panties down my thighs. My skirt slipped down to cover my nudity and I stepped out of my underwear.

I couldn’t meet his eyes as I dropped the scrap of fabric into his outstretched hand. He held them up for me to see, dangling the purple scrap of fabric in front of my face.

“I’m going to confiscate these. You can have them back before you leave for the day—if you think you deserve them back. Do you think you can be better?”

“Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt exposed even though my skirt amply covered everything. Losing those panties made me feel completely naked.

“Good.” I bit my lip as he fingered the crotch area of my panties, my stomach in knots, and then lifted his hand to his nose, eyes narrowed. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts today?”

I looked at the ground, wishing desperately that I could just disappear. Trevor had detected the wetness my pussy left in the panties after my massage from Jordan. The fact that he had just put his fingers in my arousal and smelled it made