"I won’t do it!"

He laughed. "Oh, I think you will."

She was trying to look incredulous, but her erect nipples told him otherwise. Besides, the alternative was unthinkable.

"You would have been wise to consider that before you embezzled the money – the consequences, that is."

Her eyes widened. Beautiful – large and brown. He wondered what her nipples looked like.

"Let me see them." He motioned to her breasts.

"What?" If possible, she was even more incredulous.

"Your breasts." He waited. "Let’s see them."

"You’re crazy!" She clutched her blouse. "I’d rather go to prison." Her chin lifted indignantly, her soft full lips lengthening into a line.

He chuckled softly. "I don’t think so. Now show me your breasts."

"Not on your life," she drawled.

He’d made a mistake. She was trying to dismiss him now as she turned from him and walked briskly towards the door. He needed to keep the upper hand – keep her on edge.

"Walk out that door and I pick up the phone," he snapped.

She stopped abruptly and fixed him with a challenging glare. "No you won’t. You’d ruin your chances of carrying out your sick little fantasy." She ran her fingers through the long silky strands of her hair and paced about before she turned to him again, thoughtful, as though weighing her options.

He didn’t give her the time. Walking up swiftly, he then spun her around and jerked open her blouse...