Chapter Eight
I back away from her, until I stand beside Katherine. I set the strap aside and whisk off Katherine’s blindfold with a flourish. Mandy pauses. Her skirt is already a puddle around her ankles, and she is reaching behind herself to unhook her bra. She is willing to bare all for me, a woman she doesn’t even like, simply because I have demanded it. Now that Katherine can see her, she is suddenly shy. Love screws us up in strange ways—so does lust. Mandy is caught between both.
“Go on,” I coax, “we’re all girls here.”
She locks eyes with Katherine, looking unhappy, but her bra falls.
I shoot a glance at Ms. Representative, to see how she is taking this. The gag covering the lower half of her face makes her expression hard to read, but there is a softness in her eyes, a newbor
