“Miss Pritchart, please,” Darrel’s voice assumed an even more uncompromising tone. He nodded to the desk, his free hand coming to her shoulder to egg her on. Holly’s longing glances did nothing to dissuade his mien, so proud, calm, and inflexible; she was sure that there was no way out of this debacle but to follow his orders.
Turning away from her audience of four, Holly unzipped her jeans; and as she pushed the denim over her hips, she bent over the polished desk, hiding her privates from view. It was bad enough baring her bottom; she refused to give everyone a view of everything else. A cool breeze swept through the room; and the air tickled her naked cheeks as if that was a reminder that they would soon be burning hot. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fists and waited.
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