My mouth goes dry when I hear the change in her tone. It’s dry and authoritative but also sexy and gentle. “Yes, Madame,” he replies. “Then you know what to do,” she says with confidence. The air in the room changes. Suddenly, it’s like I no longer exist. Clay immediately starts undressing, slipping each button through the hole of his long-sleeve shirt. Once it’s off, he folds it messily and drops it on the velvet stool by the door. I watch as he slides down his pants and kicks off each shoe.
