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look at any of them.
    She stopped talking as she felt weight of her breasts settle. Now they hung freely behind the loosened bra. Her breasts were shaped like melons, with the nipples pointing more southward than out. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
    Hers were not, she knew, a stripper's breasts. They were not perky. They were...heavy. And they had freckles all over them.
    The low murmur of voices in the room ceased. Everyone was staring at her breasts. She knew it, even without looking. Her eyes closed.
    "Ms. Fontina?"
    "Y-yes, Mr. Almatto."
    "That's a fuck ugly bra. Throw it here."
    Laughter exploded in the room. Charli blinked rapidly, then glared daggers at him. His returning look was amused, challenging.
    She hurled the bra at him, and he caught it, bunched it up, and put it in his pocket.
    Now there was nothing hiding her breasts, not so much as a scrap of fabric.
    Her hands itched to cover herself. She refused to let them. She squared her shoulders.
    Twenty thousand dollars.
    But I'll still cram that smug smirk of his up his tight ass if he insults my clothes again.
    "Not everyone can afford satin and lace for daily wear," she said quietly, surprising herself. She surprised him, too. His nostrils flared and he shifted in his seat.
    But his expression became stern. "I'm afraid we don't have time for chit-chat, Ms. Fontina. We're trying to get some business out of the way before the holiday. Why don't you continue with your proposal? And make us hungry for it. We're expecting a hard sell today."
    More laughter at the double entendres. Her heartbeat thundering in her ears, she made herself look straight into each pair of masculine eyes, while avoiding Draken's. Some were lustful, some were admiring, some were amused. All of them were friendly, and none of them were derisive, thank God. She lifted her chin.
    Okay. So your breasts are on display for a group of hot business executives who apparently have no objection to getting an impromptu strip show. They probably think this whole presentation is bogus, that you're a true professional showgirl. They probably think you get off on baring your breasts for a room full of strange men. And why wouldn't they? Your nipples are obviously rock-hard. At least they have no idea that your pussy is drenched with juice.
    She refused to look at the man who was responsible for that.
    "Ah, right," she said, nodding. "Yes, we're shooting for mid-October..."
    Now that she'd accomplished getting her upper half naked, Charli relaxed a little. Not completely—there was no forgetting she was strutting around the room topless. But it got surprisingly easy to focus on her pitch, so easy that whenever someone interrupted and asked a question and broke her concentration, she was startled and blushed.
    She got interrupted a lot.
    At one point, Draken reminded her of her PowerPoint presentation, and as she walked over to set it up, she could feel her breasts swaying.
    "Half an hour to go," he announced. "Matthew, get some coffee, will you?"
    A guy rose and took orders around the room, then turned to Charli. "You want anything, Ms. Fontina?"
    She shook her head shyly.
    "Ms. Fontina wants a cup of ice," Draken said.
    "Ice water?'
    "No, just ice. She's still a bit nervous. We need to help her chill."
    There was a ripple of laughter in the room, and Charli didn't think his joke was funny. She swallowed, fighting the urge to cover her breasts, to turn away.
    She plugged on, though, with her presentation, until the door opened again a few minutes later and Matthew returned with a tray.
    "Thanks, Matthew. Ms. Fontina, since we're stopped, I—we—" Draken gestured to the others—"can't help noticing that your nipples are beaded. Are you cold?"
     

Chapter 3
     
    Charli stiffened and stared at him, appalled. "Um. No." Her face was blazing.
    "She looks hot to me," somebody offered.
    "Really hot," somebody else said.
    Draken gestured. "Come here, please, Ms. Fontina. Yes—just step around."
    It was like it was