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"Take off your cut, Vex."

I look at her.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, plenty."

Christ, she's enjoying herself.

I shrug out of my cut and drape it over the chair beside the dresser.

Kierra points at it.

"Does that have to hang there?"

"Where else would I put it?"

She glances at the floor.

I stare at her.

"Don't even think about it."

Her laughter fills the room.

"Fine. Get undressed."

"Bossy little thing, ain't you?"

"Learned from the best."

Fuck me.

And she's got the nerve to look innocent.

I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.

Kierra's gaze drops to my chest.

Then lower.

"Enjoying the view, Counselor?"

"Very much. Please continue."

I unbuckle my belt, watching her eyes follow every movement.

"You're staring."

"I'm supervising."

"That what we're calling it?"

"Would you prefer a performance evaluation?"

I laugh and shove my jeans and briefs off, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

Kierra looks from the clothes to my face.