Clarence's POV
Freya was no docile thing, but this… this I never saw coming.
She'd actually come to Stripped Silk. She'd actually worked here. As a stripper. Wearing—
What was she even wearing?!
I swallowed my anger, eyes dragging down once. A bra, black and plain, the straps thin and strained against her shoulders. Her back was bare, slick with sweat, the curves of her ribs rising and falling with each shallow breath.
Below that, a pair of low-waisted jeans clung to her hips, riding lower than they should have, leaving too much skin exposed.
Where was the top? Did she come here dressed like this or—
I didn't even dare think of what could have happened for her to loose her top.
My temples throbbed. Heat climbed up the back of my neck and settled behind my eyes like pressure beggi
