My stomach dropped.
My cunt clenched.
Rhys walked in behind me, closing the elevator door with a soft electronic lock. He didn’t speak. He simply moved past me, picked up the tie, and let it dangle from his fingers.
“You remember,” he said. Not a question.
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stepped closer. “Clothes off. All of them. Then go stand by the windows.”
I should have told him to go to hell.
Instead I stripped in silence while he watched. Blouse. Trousers. The ruined panties. Everything. When I was naked he pointed with the tie toward the glass.
I walked over and stood there, city lights painting stripes across my bare skin. My reflection looked wrecked already—flushed, marked, thighs shiny.
Rhys came up behind me. He didn’t touch me with his hands at first. He just dragged t
