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tone behind his English
accent made me cower. I froze as I calculated my next
move.
    What the fuck?
    The way he looked at me, exploring
my body as if he were undressing me, made my stomach flip. No one
had ever observed me that way. With a sprinkle of courage, I
searched the blank matter-of-fact expression that covered his face.
This man was all business.
    As his long eyelashes hit the tops
of his slightly sun-kissed cheeks, I closed my eyes to regroup my
thoughts, then opened them quickly. I couldn't let my nerves get
the best of me. He moved his messy hair behind his ears, and then
sat on the desk, waiting, wanting, daring me to make my
move.
    "Have you decided? Or are we going
to waste the good portion of my time daydreaming?"
    I swallowed.
    All I ever wanted to do was live
in Vegas among the lights and fast-paced city. How did I get myself
into this? Take off my clothes? I wasn't some cheap whore to be
bossed around. The thought of undressing in front of him disgusted
me… or did it?
    My heart sped as he watched with a
lust and want so fierce I shivered. It was now or never, you only
live once, right?
    I peered behind him and stared at
the Vegas strip in the distance. With perfect plump lips, and
straight white teeth, Mr. Felton smiled at me. In that very moment,
I decided to gamble. I didn't know why because I wasn't much for
risks. If anyone was a play-it-safe type of girl, it was me. But in
that moment, I wanted to be someone different. I wanted to know the
outcome of what waited on the other side. I played with lady luck
to see what hand she dealt. Maybe I would get lucky.
    He saw me naked already, right?
Right?
    I slowly unbuttoned the white silk
shirt from top to bottom. My breathing increased with each button.
The shirt slid from my shoulders and dropped to the floor in a
little, crumpled pile. Self-consciousness danced with crazy as my
breasts bulged from the top of my black lacy bra.
    With steady hands, I unclasped and
unzipped the gray skirt from my waist. It fell to the ground and I
stepped from it, keeping my gaze to the floor. I paused and raised
my eyes to meet his. They gleamed with delight and lust as he
searched my body.
    "Continue," he said in a gravelly
whisper.
    I had never taken my clothes off
for anyone before. The being-sheltered-thing really made me feel
more aware of my naked body. More than anything, I felt
embarrassed.
    I slowly released a breath with
hopes to calm my nerves as I unclasped the bra. On the count of
three, I told myself.
    One.
    I reached behind my back and
fidgeted with the clasp.
    Two.
    Only one more to go.
    Three.
    I slowly removed the straps. That
was it; the girls were free.
    Completely exposed, I stood with
my head held high and tried to tell myself I didn't strip down to
bare nothingness in front of a stranger. But that's just what I
did.
    I inched the thigh-highs from the
top of my legs.
    "No. Leave those. But remove the
rest."
    "The rest?" But that left only my
panties.
    The black lace felt cold in my
fingers. I took my time inching them down my legs and dropped them
on my clothes.
    "Shaven, completely. Not what I
expected from you. Not. At. All."
    "Why? Do I not look like I take
care of myself or something?"
    I stood, vulnerable in thigh-highs
and red heels, in front of a beautiful monster. But in reality, I
chose it, so monster was a bit harsh.
    My breasts and sex were exposed to
all of Vegas, or at least that's what it felt like.
    Have I lost my fucking mind? Am I
this desperate for a job?
    A nagging voice inside answered
back... Apparently, and yes.
    Mr. Felton stalked toward me like
a tiger with smooth and fluid movements.
    Behind me, he slowly pulled my
hair from its business professional bun until dark locks fell
around my shoulders and above my breasts. Inspecting every part of
me, he slowly circled around my body and let out a moan to let me
know that he approved of what he saw. All I could do was peer out
the window at the Vegas strip. What the fuck was I doing?