Clairessa’s POV
Gabriel’s command stunned me. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and I was sure he could hear it.
Strip? For him? My cheeks burned, and my breath hitched. His request wasn’t crude—it was bold, intimate, and completely out of my comfort zone.
I sat up straighter, adjusting myself on the bed. I suddenly felt so self-conscious. Gabriel was experienced—he had been with women who knew exactly what to do, women who were confident and had mastered the art of seduction. I wasn’t like that. What if I didn’t live up to his expectations?
Slowly, I got up from the bed, my legs shaky but steady enough to stand. My mind raced as I tried to remember anything I’d seen or heard about women stripping for their men, but my brain felt blank.
I regretted not going to those dance class
