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“
Hands
in
the
air
,
”
he
commands
.
I
oblige
,
and
in
one
breathtakingly
swift
move
he
removes
my
dress
like
a
magician
,
grasping
it
at
the
hem
and
pulling
it
smoothly
and
fleetly
over
my
head
.
“
Ta
-
da
!
”
he
says
playfully
.
I
giggle
and
applaud
politely
.
He
bows
gracefully
,
grinning
.
How
can
I
resist
him
when
he
’
s
like
this
?
He
places
my
dress
on
the
lone
chair
beside
his
chest
of
drawers
.
“
And
for
your
next
trick
?
”
I
prompt
,
teasing
.
“
Oh
,
my
dear
Miss
Steele
.
Get
into
my
bed
,
”
he
growls
,
“
and
I
’
ll
show
you
.
”
“
Do
you
think
that
for
once
I
should
play
hard
to
get
?
”
I
ask
coquettishly
.
His
eyes
widen
with
surprise
,
and
I
see
a
glimmer
of
excitement
.
“
Well
…
the
door
’
s
closed
.
Not
sure
how
you
’
re
going
to
avoid
me
,
”
he
says
sardonically
.
“
I
think
it
’
s
a
done
deal
.
”
“
But
I
’
m
a
good
negotiator
.
”
“
So
am
I
.
”
He
stares
down
at
me
,
but
as
he
does
,
his
expression
changes
,
confusion
washes
over
him
and
the
atmosphere
in
the
room
shifts
abruptly
,
tensing
.
“
Don
’
t
you
want
to
fuck
?
”
he
asks
.
