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...