He deftly slides the delicate strap of my dress off my shoulder with the flick of a finger. The dress sags on that side, revealing my braless chest, and it slides down my arm. William throws his head back and laughs. He calls me a slur and clutches my breast while running his hand over my nipple. "How often are you planning on flashing today?" ”

I can't help but stare at his hand on my chest as his thumb gently rubs the ridge of my nipple. With the remainder of my dress still on, it's like our little dirty secret. It went something like this: "I'm sorry? ”

He...