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“A well-punished brat.”

“I don’t think I’m a brat.”

“Too bad. I do.”

“And you’re in charge, huh?”

“I am in charge.”

I shouldn’t be letting her talk as much as I am, but I’m starting to feel curious about the woman here.

“Why?”

“Because you kidnapped me, Dolly.”

She spins around and balls her hands into fists.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t kidnap you! That was Craig, and I told him not to, okay? I told him not to.”

I stare at Dolly, and then my eyes slide down to where her pants have fallen even lower.

So low, in fact, that I can see her bare, shaved pussy.

Dolly sees me watching, and she flushes.

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Dolly

No.

No, no, no.

No.

This can’t be happening.

Oh, no. It just can’t.

I reach for my pants to tug them up. Before I can, Oscar is in front of me. His hands are on my wrists.

“No.”

“What?”

“Stay.”

“Oscar, I…”

I’m bare.

I’m completely bare before him.

It’s not like Oscar is some random guy, either. He’s my billionaire boss. He’s my boss, and I’m…

Well, apparently, I’m showcasing my damn pussy.

“You’re beautiful, Dolly.”