Cold, naked

“Jade, take off all your clothes,” I said calmly.

“What?!” she said, standing up as if to leave. But instead of walking away, she lifted her t-shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. I stared at her soft, round breasts as they dangled while she bent over to remove her shoes. Then her pants. Then her panties.

“What the hell, man? Why would you tell me to do something like that?”

I was about to answer something snide like, “If you don't want to do it, then don't!” But that would be a conditional command and she could choose to not obey me after that. I thought for a second and then asked, “Why did you do it?”

“I... I don't know. But stop being a creep! Look away or something!”

“How about you go to my room and lie down on my bed.”

“Ugh!” she complained, but still headed down the hall, checking doors until she found my room.

I stood in the kitchen for another 3 or 4 minutes, debating my next move. But really, there was no debate. I was going to be a God-damned bastard.