//CLARA//
"But we really do need to discuss the seating arrangements for the ball."
I tried to inject some dignity back into my voice, though it came out breathless.
"If I accidentally place the wrong heads of families at the same table, the cleaning staff will be scraping brains out of the crown molding before the first course is cleared. I'd rather not start the evening with a bloodbath before the soup course."
I stepped away from the desk, but my dress had other ideas. The bodice surrendered, and with a heavy swoosh, the silk pooled at my feet. I was in nothing but my stockings.
Great, I looked down at my naked self, then back up at him. Now, all I'm missing is a delivery man who shows up at the wrong door and a complete lack of shame.
Casimir simply leaned back, crossing his arms. A coy smirk pulled at his mouth as his gaze swept down my bare skin.
