"Strip."
She blinked at his tone. It wasn't angry. It was more…determined. Unease drifted over her and she hesitated, which only made his eyes narrow.
"I thought…" She swallowed hard. "I thought they were coming up for drinks." Had the plans changed?
He nodded. "They are."
Oh God.
"Don't make me tell you again, Mia," he said in a soft, dangerous voice.
Her hands shaking, she reached down and lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her. She kicked out of her heels, sending them skittering across the wood floor.
There were a thousand things she wanted to say, a thousand questions burning in her mind, but he looked so…forbidding…that she clamped her lips shut and removed her bra and panties.
"Go and kneel on the rug in the middle of the room," he said.
