He reached down, grabbed her hand and then dragged her toward his desk. She wasn't at all sure what he was about to do, but her senses were on high alert.
He sat in his chair, pushing it back just a bit from his desk.
"Take off your skirt," he said bluntly.
She glanced nervously back at the door and then quickly back at him.
"The door is locked, Mia," he said impatiently. "Now take the skirt off."
Swallowing back her hesitation, she slowly began to pull down the skirt, baring the naked lower half of her body to his avid gaze.
To her surprise, he didn't tell her to take her top and bra off; rather, he took her hand again and pulled her between his thighs. She gave a gasp of surprise when his hands then circled her waist and he lifted her onto his desk so she was perched on the edge.
He pushed her back enough so she was securely situated, and then he scooted forward in his chair.
"I was negligent last night," he said in a gruff tone.
