Chapter 2
Willow’s POV
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice cracking as I stood there in the empty station with my heart pounding against my ribs.
My hands still tingled where the cuffs had been and my p***y was already slick from the way Grayson had looked at me when he told me to strip.
I crossed my arms tight over my chest trying to hide how hard my n*****s were but his eyes went straight there anyway.
Grayson leaned against the wall with his arms folded, that uniform shirt stretched across his broad chest. “Dead serious, Willow. Skirt and top off.
Right now. You agreed to the program so you follow the rules or I drive your ass to county lockup tonight.”
I swallowed hard and glanced toward the front door even though I knew we were completely alone.
My thighs pressed tog
