“What?” I whispered, not because I didn’t hear him… but because I needed to know he meant it. I needed to hear him say it again. Slowly.

He stood calmly, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of me.

“I said…” His hand grazed the side of my waist, “Unbutton your pants.”

My skin tingled where his fingers had just touched, and my mind screamed at me to move, to say no, to do something.

But I didn’t. I just stared at him.

This man.

This arrogant, ...