My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was wearing the shortest, thinnest sundress I owned — the pale yellow one that barely covered my ass and had thin spaghetti straps that could be shoved down in seconds. No bra. No panties. Exactly what he’d demanded.

The office door was already cracked open, a warm slice of lamplight spilling into the dark hallway. I pushed it open and stepped inside.

Marcus was waiting for me behind his desk, leaning back in his leather chair like a king on his throne. He’d changed into a crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong,...