Chapter Fourteen
~ Camilla
I. Was. Pantyless.
I wasn’t wearing any panties. My breath hitched. Oh, God. I stopped dead in the hallway. It wasn’t just that he had torn them off like some entitled, domineering bastard. I had let him. I stood there, breathless and shaking, while he ripped them down my thighs, his grip rough, possessive, merciless.
I had just walked out of his office without panties.
I let him tear them off.
I let him.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
No. Don’t think about it.
And now.
Now I was outside. In a hallway. In an office building with no panties on. My hands clenched into fists, my nails biting into my palms as a hot, suffocating embarrassment swallowed me whole.
Don’t think about how his hands had been rough, how he had muttered dark curses about the buttons bef
