Chapter Sixteen
The girl staggered as the strength drained from her legs. She was young, eighteen maybe, and embarrassed easily. She glanced at Kathrine and the color came up into her neck. She replied softly in French, not meeting Mr. Ng’s eyes. He nodded.
The girl toed off her high heels.
“This is hardly necessary.” Kathrine jumped to the girl’s defense. But Mr. Ng turned a stern eye against Kathrine’s protest; held up a hand in warning. Kathrine immediately retreated and watched as the girl fumbled open the button on the waist of her tight uniform skirt and slid the zipper down over the curve of her hip. The skirt dropped away and she didn’t wait for encouragement or further instructions; she immediately peeled her pantyhose from her legs. She wore lacy white briefs and Kathrine coul
