Clara stood frozen in Adrian’s study, the tray still in her hands. The door had clicked shut behind her only moments ago. Adrian sat behind his massive desk, papers scattered before him, but his eyes lifted and fixed on her with that cold intensity.“Put it on the table,” he said, voice low.She obeyed, setting the wine and glass down carefully. Her legs felt heavy as she turned toward the door, hoping to slip away. But Adrian was faster. He rose and blocked the exit, his tall frame filling the space.“Strip off your clothes now,” he commanded.Clara hesitated, her breath catching. Her fingers hovered near the buttons of her maid uniform, trembling. The black dress felt like armor, but it offered no protection here. Adrian watched without blinking, arms crossed. She swallowed hard and started with the white apron, untying it slowly and letting it fall. Then the dress buttons, one by one. The fabric whispered as it slid down her shoulders, revealing her simple bra and panties. She h
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