He spoke calmly, deliberately. "Take off your clothes."
Though he had said them quietly, R--'s words seemed to echo in the chamber. Take off your clothes...your clothes...your clothes... M-- stared at him, not moving.
R-- took a step toward her. There was nothing menacing or threatening in his approach, yet it prompted M-- to throw out a question as her first defense.
"Why?" she demanded.
His approach halted. He stared at her for a long moment. Her complexion was markedly paler now, and her hands had stopped twisting the bandana. Tension kept her body rigid and rooted to her spot. "I believe I've already told you that you don't have to understand my orders to obey them."
M-- sucked in a breath as if she'd been slapped. The first wave of anger had to pass before she trusted herself to speak. "There's something you should understand about me, Mr. M--," she said quietly. "I obey no man uquestioningly. Blind obedience is for my God alone."
R-- felt heat rush into his face as M--'s green eyes narrowed on him coldly.
M-- was satisfied with his reaction. "Now tell me why I should take off my clothes."
He held up a hand and began ticking off the reasons. "They're damp. They're mine. They don't fit you. They look ridiculous."
M-- stared at his hand. Four fingers had already come up and now the thumb was slowly being raised. "And?" she asked, her eyes going from his hand to his face.
"And I want you naked."
Good stuff, eh? If you haven't read this one, trust me you are going to want to!