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“Take off your clothes,” Charles ordered.I started to yank my clothing off, but he shook his head with a little growl. “Nice and slow. I want a show.” I carefully slid my skirt down, pinching my fingers inside the waist and sliding it along my thighs. There wasn’t a ton of room in there, but he managed to press himself back far enough so that I had room to give him a show.I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped that off, as well. I reached for my bra, but Charles shook his head again. He held out one of the dresses, a skimpy little thing that was just barely acceptable as a cocktail dress and definitely not appropriate for some locations. “Put this on.” “But I thought you wanted—” He held a finger to his lips, shaking his head, his eyes glinting.I slipped the dress on over my head a