Chapter 4
by 
Ddust
Decisions Decisions
Set the stage
"Strip. " he ordered, hands across his chest.
The way he said it, without fear or hesitation. With command, like he was ordering a dog to obey made her blood boil, though she could do nothing.
Off came her heels and then her tank top. Her bracelets jangled as she tugged down her shorts followed without a break by her thin white thong. She straightened but made no attempt to hide her nakedness though every muscle she had strained wildly to do so.
"Go lay on the sofa. " James commanded, though now his own mind was beginning to cloud with lust.