"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 dow
