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off her clothes and openly enacting his fantasy was another thing altogether. Besides, he wouldn’t even be there to see and enjoy the show.
    She moved her legs off the table to the floor, needing the stability of solid ground beneath her feet. “Steve—”
    He cut her off before she could issue a protest, obviously hearing the uncertainty in her voice. “Has anyone come in to check on you tonight?”
    “No.” She glanced at the door, which had remained firmly shut during her shift. No one had so much as poked his or her head inside to see if she was still alive in the small, hot room they’d assigned her to. “They can monitor everything out on the switchboards,” she told him.
    “Then they aren’t about to disturb you, since they can see you’re busy with a caller. A very
demanding
caller, and one you don’t want to displease.” His voice was rough around the edges, just like the man himself. “And since I’m paying for this call, I damn well want to get my money’s worth. Now, do as I say and unbutton your blouse.”
    Under normal circumstances, she would have bristled at such a forceful and dominating command, but she knew his suddenly aggressive nature was all part of the fantasy. Feeling self-conscious, she scanned the bare room for anything in the ceiling or walls that mightlook suspicious—like a spy camera. Finding nothing, she turned her chair so that she faced the wall opposite the door, then worked to unfasten the first five or six buttons on her blouse. As she exposed the taut swells of her breasts, her midriff, and her abdomen, the thrill of the forbidden kicked up her adrenaline a few notches. Despite her initial reservations about performing such a scandalous act in a place where she could get caught at any moment, she couldn’t deny that a small, rebellious part of her welcomed Steve’s dare and
liked
the risk she was taking—with him.
    She also delighted in the way her flesh quivered where her fingers brushed against her skin as she made her way to the final button. “It’s done,” she said, hearing the breathless, eager quality of her own voice.
    “Pull the front of your bra down so I can see your breasts.”
    Licking her dry lips, she did as she was told. Peeling the stretchy material down over her voluptuous curves, she released her taut, heavy breasts from the confines of her bra. Her puckered nipples immediately thrust forward, begging to be stroked and fondled. She was tempted to do just that and describe every illicit caress to Steve to enhance the fantasy, but he seemingly had his own sexual agenda in mind.
    “Now pull up your skirt so I can see your panties.” Once again, his voice demanded obedience.
    Standing on unsteady legs, she shimmied her skirt up until the material bunched around her thighs, and her pale pink underwear was in plain sight. She sat back down, grateful that he hadn’t asked her to take her panties off, though she felt just as exposed. Unable to resist the lure of Steve’s fantasy and the part she was playing, she glanced down at herself, and her face heated at the brazen, wanton display of flesh that greeted her.
    He’d turned her into a shameless hussy.
And she loved the naughty, uninhibited woman he’d coaxed out of her.
    “Are you ready for more?” he asked.
    “Yes.” Her voice cracked with the truth, and she swallowed in an attempt to clear her throat.
“Yes.”
    “Take the fan you bought and spray water on your breasts, belly, and thighs,” he murmured. “Then position the fan so the breeze drifts over your wet skin.”
    Obeying, she shivered as the first fine droplets of water beaded on her hot, naked skin, both refreshing and arousing her to higher level of need, which she was sure was Steve’s intent. She continued to mist her way down her body, then set the fan on the table so that an exhilarating draft of air kissed her bared, moist flesh.
    Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes, saturating her mind with the highly