Brian was staring down at her and she knew that he’d noticed the top two buttons of her blouse undone, her snug little skirt, her high heels. He ran his gaze over her smoky eye makeup, her dangly earrings, her lustrous-now-messy hair and his lip curled up in disgust.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, the words dripping with venom. “Look at you. You look like a f*****g w***e. Here I thought I’d gotten rid of that side of you, shown you the right way to dress. I spent f*****g years training you and look at you now.”
She held her breath as with one hand he pulled her blouse down over her shoulders, exposing the lace of her bra between her breasts.
“Are you a w***e again, Jolene?” he asked in a quiet tone, the silken, dangerous one that he used just before the storm was unleashed. “Showing off your
