Clarence’s POV

Freya was no docile thing, but this… this I never saw coming.

She’d actually come to Stripped Silk. She’d actually worked here. As a stripper. Wearing—

What was she even wearing?!

I swallowed my anger, eyes dragging down once. A bra, black and plain, the straps thin and strained against her shoulders. Her back was bare, slick with sweat, the curves of her ribs rising and falling with each shallow breath. 

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