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her voice humble. For God’s sake, would he have preferred a cotton bra and panties?
    “You’re lying, Ruffles. Give me that.” He indicated the T-shirt.
    She stepped toward him, burning with resentment at his accusation. Chess took the garment, but Mia did not let it go. Their gazes locked.
    He read the question in her face. What do you mean I lied?
    “You told yourself the corset was for me.” Chess spoke in a low, intimate tone. “But really, you wore it for yourself. You wanted something that held you tightly, constricted you. It excited you, didn’t it, to feel the corset squeezing your waist, your ribs. Your breasts. Did you pretend it was my hands touching you, holding you?”
    Her fingers loosened, released the shirt. Heat flashed through her, but not from anger. “Yes,” she answered, her lips numb. She only now realized the truth.
    “And were you wet? Thinking about me touching you?” His eyes wouldn’t let her go. “Are you wet now?”
    “Yes.” Her voice sounded far away.
    His expression softened, and he smiled. “I’m honored.”
    Chess carefully folded the soft T-shirt and set it on the sofa. “Now take off the jeans.”
    Mia did as instructed, revealing her black satin thong. She tried to hide her trembling.
    Chess took the jeans, placing them beside the shirt.
    “Relax, Mia. Just stand naturally.” His voice was quiet.
    Relax? How could she, as aroused as she was? Chess knew it too. Mia could tell from his smirk.
    “Look at me,” Chess said.
    She did, and felt captured by his eyes. Frozen in time.
    His gaze warmed her as it coasted over her form. It felt as though he were actually touching her. Of her own volition, Mia straightened her spine and proudly thrust her breasts forward.
    “I’ll say one thing,” he told her. “The corset is lovely.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    His gray eyes met hers. “Take it off.”
    Chills went through her at the command. Mia had unfastened the top hook of her corset when suddenly she flashed on the large uncurtained windows lining the wall.
    Chess followed her glance. “Are you worried someone might see you? It’s a weekend. Everyone’s out and about. It’s very unlikely anyone’s at home across the way.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as she relaxed a bit. “Of course, if someone did decide to spend the day at home, I imagine he’d get a very pleasant surprise if he looked this way about now.”
    Mia’s fingers froze. “Eyes on me,” Chess said softly. “Only on me. It’s not your concern if anyone can see you in here. I want to see you. Your only worry should be pleasing me.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, realizing she wanted to please him more than anything. Needed to. Even the fear of being observed did not diminish that. Her fingers were clumsy, trembling slightly as she slipped the tiny hooks from their fastenings.
    “Slowly, Ruffles. Much more slowly.” He leaned back in the armchair, sprawling his long limbs lazily. “I want to enjoy the show.”
    Chess shook his head as he witnessed her nervousness undressing in the open room with the sunlight shining through the windows. “I see we still have an issue with trust. We’ll work on that.”
    “What is it that bothers you about undressing for me?” he asked. “Are you really afraid someone might see you? Or is it that you’re not comfortable with me seeing you naked?”
    Mia thought the question might be rhetorical, but answered just the same as her fingers continued to work. “I don’t know, Sir.”
    “Hmm. I wonder. Maybe we need to work on honesty as well.” He watched silently as she undid the last of the hooks and held the corset closed with her hands. “You’re not one of those silly women who hates her body, are you? Who thinks her thighs are too big or her breasts are too small?”
    Mia held still, watching him. He sat up, holding out his hand. “Give it to me.”
    She walked to him, removing the corset and folding it over his outstretched arm.
    “Stay