Chapter 17

She shook her head. She was desperate to leave at that point. The zipper had gone completely undone while she walked in, and removing her hand from it would mean having her skirt drop to the floor.

“That does not answer anything… I am curious at this unusual action of yours. Let me see your hand. The one behind your back,” he said.

She felt her heart give a painful lurch. She could not show him her hand. She would not.

“Can I see it? Well, unless you want to have me believe that you have something that can hurt me and you intend to actually hurt me.”

“What? No!”

She let her hands go, and her skirt dropped to her legs. She was doomed.

Clayton felt his manhood jerk awake the moment her skirt dropped and bent to pick it up immediately. She had shown him her hands. She was not bearing any weapon—of course he knew she could not have had any weapon, but he had been curious. He needed to know what was behind her back.

Her red lacy panties stared at