Look InsideHe steps back and away, walking around them the way a wolf would circle prey, looking for weaknesses. She stands tall and waits to be dismissed, only to see him standing in front of them once again, not five feet away with an expression of amusement on his face.
"Right then," he says, leaning back to rest his elbows on his desk. "I'd like you to strip."
She stops breathing altogether. His voice is as dreamy as the rest of him, deep and menacing, trembling through her body like an electric current. He isn't kidding. Trent was right. He really doesn't want them there and is trying to scare them all into leaving.
Beside her, she can hear the other women's indignant protests, some "How dare you!" and a couple of, "Oh my god! You must be crazy to think-" and several, "You can't be
