Carle quickly obeyed and returned with what his female boss had demanded. He carefully set it before her and asked her to enjoy.
"You want some?" Layla offered with a grin.
"No, not really," Carle shook his head, "But thank you for the offer still."
"Come," Layla ordered with a smile on her face.
"What?" Carle asked with a befuddled look plastered on his face.
"Just come. Don't make me ask thrice."
Carle's breaths were shaky, edging toward ragged, as his nerves spiked thinking about what was coming. He stopped for a moment, pulled himself together, and then walked toward her.
"Lift your skirt," Layla commanded.
"What?" The question was unexpected, and this made his eyes widen in shock.
Layla rolled her eyes; she understood how shocked Carle must have been and a
