He moved away from her and pulled his tie off the edge of the chair and began to carefully re-knot it, his hands were so strong and they moved with such precision, she remembered the feel of them against her body and it brought a flush to her cheeks.

“Finish getting dressed.” His voice had lost all of its warmth and it was back to the commanding, dominant tone she was used to.

With hands that shook Rosa gathered up the leather skirt and tugged it up over her hips, the material clung to her skin, moulding against her ass, every curve was visible and emphasised, she may as well...