27

Nerthus

After driving back to his penthouse, he is silent to an alarming extent.

As the elevator opens, he steers me in the opposite direction from his bedroom. Stepping into the room with the big table that Helga mentioned, I feel my heart drop to my stomach.

I should really be more careful about what I wish for.

The table looks more like a meeting desk than a dinner table. And I’m more convinced than ever that he isn’t the type who has any friends.

As if he would converse with all his friends at a big dinner party. The only thing he would do is sit at the head of the table, making everyone else sitting around this table shit their pants.

“Strip.”

His command has me turning around, and I think about what Helga told me and act quickly. Pulling down my panties, I go to stand at the side of the table, holding up my skirt for him.

He steps closer, positioning himself behind me and scoops my hair to the side.

“Perfect.” He says lowly and I look over my shoulder.

“Do you think y