Brie Submits to her Master (After Graduation, #2) Read Online Free PDF

moved, making sure to bend her knees so that she never exposed herself to the two trainees as she unpacked the cigarettes and helped to stock them.
    When two o’clock rolled around, she asked Mr. Reynolds for another quick break.
    “Again? What did you eat for lunch?”
    “Sorry ,” she stammered, running to the bathroom. With ample time to think beforehand, she’d already decided on the next piece. Brie unbuckled the stylish little belt around her waist, taking a quick picture before rolling it up. After she hit send, Sir responded: I do not consider that clothing, téa. No fashion accessories.
    Even though her time was short, she didn’t want to disappoint Sir and quickly texted back. Should I take off something else, Sir?
    Yes.
    She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her lacy camisole. She dutifully took a pic and sent it to Sir. He did not return a text back. She worried for a second, but decided he must have been distracted by a business call or a visit from a client. Just as she was exiting the bathroom, Mr. Reynolds met her at the door. “Is everything all right, Brie? Do you need to go home?”
    She held the camisole behind her back and stuttered, “No… no, sir. I’m just… It’s… ” She couldn’t lie to her boss, but she didn’t want to break Sir’s explicit command either. The tension made her queasy, so she answered truthfully, “My stomach is a little upset.”
    He broke out in a huge paternal grin. “I’m not going to be a great -uncle, am I?”
    She stared at him in shock. “No! Oh no, Mr. Reynolds.”
    He chuckled good-naturedly. “I’m just kidding, Brie. Have to admit, though, the look on your face was priceless.”
    She wasn’t able to go to her purse, so she stuffed her camisole underneath the register. Brie definitely felt more exposed, knowing her white bra could now be seen through the thin material of her blouse, yet Sir’s unique challenge also made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt at the tobacco shop.
    At four, Brie was able to avoid asking Mr. Reynolds, who happened to be at the back door signing for newly arrived shipments. She went directly to Mike, instead. “Can you man the register until I get back?”
    “I haven’t learned how to work it yet,” he protested.
    “That’s okay. If a customer comes, just tell them to wait. I won’t be long.”
    “You need some Pepto-Bismol or something? I’m sure the old man must have some stashed somewhere.”
    Brie unintentionally snorted in laughter. “Ah, no…”
    She closed the bathroom door and started giggling quietly to herself. In no time flat, she had her shirt off and her bra undone. She took a picture of the frilly thing and sent it to Sir.
    His response was, Now you will truly be on display.
    Brie balled up her bra and stuffed it behind the trashcan. With Mr. Reynolds in the back, she had no way to deposit it into her purse. Did Sir know how difficult this assignment was? Probably… He must have counted on the fact she was being challenged by the task.
    She took a quick glance downward as she walked back up to the front. Sure enough, her pert nipples were poking through the thin blouse. She picked up a box and covered her chest with it when she addressed both trainees. “You guys should put out these tins. They go over on the end display by the door.”
    Laurel grinned, although Brie wasn’t sure what she found so amusing. “Sure thing, princess.”
    Mike took the box from her and headed straight for the display. Brie took heart that Mr. Reynolds would have a fine replacement. It made leaving him much easier.
    One of their regulars came in and asked for his normal carton of Salems. His eyes went straight for her chest as he handed her the money. Brie held her head a little higher to fight the urge to bolt.
    She handed over his change, counting it out quickly. “And thank you for coming today, Mr. Abrams.”
    “Have a lovely day, Miss Bennett,” he replied, tipping his hat.
    She struggled with her