I glare down at her until she squirms. The demon inside me revels at her discomfort. “That was very naughty, Phoenix,” I say. “With one gust of wind, anyone could see that you were half naked under that coat. What if you tripped in those stilettos and the front of your coat gaped open to show your bra, or the person helping you up caught a glimpse of those skimpy knickers?” Her breath quickens. She bows her head and tucks her elbows into her middle, trying to make herself smaller. She squeezes her thighs together, looking like she’s trying to create some friction. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t
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