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“Do it.” I frowned at her. “Perhaps you need more?”

Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open. “N-no, sir!”

I dropped my gaze down to her sex, careful to let her see me doing so. The dark delta of her pubic hair was just visible under the front hem of her blouse. “Pull that up, girl. I want to see your cunt.”

Swallowing audibly, a deep blush suffusing her face, she nonetheless obeyed, the fingers of her hands trembling like leaves in a storm, drawing the hem up, revealing her sex in all its beauty.

“Now, that is very pretty,” I said, smiling at her. “I like this nice thick bush you have here. It’s refreshing. So many of you young women nowadays seem to have this pathological need to just shave everything off. This is much better.”

The bald cunt thing was a look I’d never warmed to, and I was quite certain I never would.

“I want you to keep that nice and trim, of course, but I much prefer the look of your pubic hair. Do not shave it off. Understand me?”

She nodded, her mortification coloring her face almost scarlet, her gaze locked to the floor.

I placed a finger against her slit, just holding it there, her flesh hot and slick to the touch. “I wonder something about you. Why did you let me do this? It’s not as if you need this job—you aren’t even being paid.”

Her white teeth worried the corner of her bottom lip, her glance up at me one purely of embarrassment. Her gaze dropped right back to the floor as soon as she caught my eye.

“So, why is that? Hmm, I’ll have to think about that one, I suppose.” I let her go then, moving back around my desk, and dropping into my chair. My cock was so hard, it was an angry ache at my groin. I unbuttoned my suitcoat. “You’re dismissed, Geneva.”

In a heartbeat, she dashed for the exit, yanking up her skirt as she went, zipping frantically, her back to me.

Then she fled my office, the door closing softly behind her.

CHAPTER 6

Geneva

Brooke’s finely painted lips sneered just the slightest bit as I walked back through the door to the place I’d fled from only an hour before. “Change your mind, did you?”

Her accent was just a hint of English, almost completely submerged. She struck me as the sort who wouldn’t be above turning it on and off as needed in an attempt to impress people.

The woman was a head taller than me, but so slender she was almost gaunt, her teal knee-length dress seeming to hang off of her rather than accentuate whatever form she might otherwise have had.

“Rick said… I had to come back here. To see you about?—”

She silenced me with a dismissive wave of her hand. “He already called me.” Standing behind the glass display case where the cash register was, Brooke was flanked by several colorful fragrance displays. While the boutique might have smelled like a hooker’s boudoir, the Gucci and Fendi all over the front of the place—not to mention the Agent Provocateur toward the back where the lingerie could be found—left no doubt the store had some seriously high-end stuff.

“Look, I-I know I was…” I sighed, the words like chewing broken glass. But I needed to smooth things over. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. I just… I was shocked, I guess.”

Her half smile was somewhat encouraging. “It’s nothing. Not the first time, to be sure.”

“That someone’s freaked out like that?”

She pursed her lips. “No—that Mr. Trafford’s sent girls to me for fitting out.”

Girls.

I decided to ignore the subtle dig. Though, to be fair, in comparison to her, I really was just an unsophisticated girl. Brooke, while somewhat cool, was a woman who exuded class—far more than I could muster up on even my best day. Thin to the point of painful she may have been, but her flawless makeup, the glittering bracelet at her left wrist, perfectly accessorized with layered necklaces, and the fine coif of her tastefully highlighted sable hair spoke of a woman who definitely knew how to put herself together.

The store was tucked in between two much larger office buildings in the heart of the commercial district. The door didn’t even have a sign, which I’d found to be truly strange, though the large picture windows did display the fact it was clearly a clothing boutique.

“Should we pick up where we left off?” Brooke indicated a pile of clothes at the end of the display case. “I saved the items I picked for you earlier.” She winked. “Just in case.”

“Yes… that would be fine.”

Brooke’s finger pointed toward the back of the store. “You can take everything off in there. When you’re done, come out and we can begin.”

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