-Helena-
I didn’t understand what Wylder was talking about. I couldn’t fathom why he wanted me to disrobe at this moment. It made no sense. But he seemed unusually insistent, and since I was somewhat curious about his sudden change in demeanor during our serious conversation, I complied with his request.
I moved back and unbuttoned my shirt before tossing it onto the couch beside us. Turning to Wylder, he greeted me with a smile as his gaze traced down my body before he extended his hand.
“Phone,” he said.
I reached across the coffee table and handed him my phone, which he took without a word.
“Now, legs on either side of me,” he instructed.
“Seriously, Wylder, what’s going on?” I inquired.
“Just do as I say,” he urged.
I sighed but followed his instructions, positioning myself to
