'I... I'm so sorry,' I stammered, yanking my hand free, scrambling to close the laptop. My panties dangled from one ankle, jeans in a heap. Naked from the waist down, exposed, vulnerable.
'I didn't mean... I was just... please don't fire me. It was a mistake.' Tears pricked my eyes, panic twisting my gut.
George stepped forward first, closing the door softly behind them. His gaze raked over me, my spread legs, the flush on my chest... not angry, but hungry. Katherine followed, a sly smile curling her lips. She kicked off her heels, the click echoing.
'Fire you?' she said, voice low and teasing. 'Sweetheart, if you liked our little home movie that much, why don't we give you the live show?'
My brain short-circuited.
'What? I...' But she was already there, kneeling on the bed, her hand
