Don’t worry, Princess. There’s no f*****g way I’m leaving here
without you.” His voice is firm and resolute. All I can do is nod
my head in understanding. I’m finally able to expel the breath I
hadn’t known I was holding. “Now get dressed.”
I look around to find my discarded bra, skirt, corset, and torn thong, a lost
cause, folded neatly on the table. I pick up the skirt only to have it torn from my
hand. The man hands me his discarded boxers and dress shirt. “Put these on.”
“Thank you.”
Thinking about the man going commando underneath his tailored dress
pants, I can’t help but grin as I step into his boxers.
“Don’t worry, Trevor will have proper clothing for you when we get to the
hotel.”
I nod my head, wondering who the hell Trevor is and how he would know to
have clothing f
