Mr. Harrison was by the fireplace, facing away from me. He took off his shirt, showing strong shoulders and a muscular back. I felt nervous and scared. I knew what I should do, but it was much scarier than I thought.
Before I could think, he turned around and looked at me intensely. "You're late," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "But I see you tried."
He stepped closer, his chest almost touching mine. He looked at my dress and then traced his hand along my chest. "Take it off," he ordered.
My hands shook as I tried to loosen the ties behind my neck. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He looked me over, and I could see his desire, which scared and excited me at the same time.
"Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now the rest."
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