Chapter 9

• "Strip."
• Anyone else who would have told me that word would have had their teeth knocked down their throat. Yes, I was a part-time stripper, but there was still a matter of context. I only stripped for the money. But Theo's words had a deeper meaning. He wanted to see more than a bra and thong. He wanted to see all of me. I don't know if it was the touch he made on the mark on my neck earlier or the heat that controlled my emotions. But I felt like I was possessed. Possessed by a lustful spirit. His hypnotic golden eyes not leaving my face made it harder to even refuse.
• Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly pulled my shirt over my head. He swallowed as my bra-covered breasts bounced into view. My jeans followed next and joined the shirt on the floor, forming a small pile. His eyes strayed down to my drenched pants, and his nose twitched. The scent of the result of my accumulated arousal since morning permeated the air. But it seemed to intoxicate him. My undergarments followed, followed by the rest of my clothes on the floor.