"Really?  How do you know what I'm thinking then?"<br/><br/>His tone was one of quiet amusement but she could see that her brazen deduction had struck a chord.  He did not seem disappointed or displeased by it but rather set back on what she had said.  She never had a problem being told what to do?  He stifled a chuckle at such a statement and wondered idly if she knew beforehand what his club really catered to.  It was doubtful but the idea of her being some sort of submissive woman brought all sorts of enticing thoughts to the forefront.<br/><br/>It certainly helped that she was gorgeous and was more than eager to get the job he was offering.  He regarded her with that smirk of intrigue before continuing, not waiting for her to answer his proposed question on if she could truly read his mind or not.<br/><br/>"Very well then.  You are somewhat brazen so allow me to be... in testing just how willing you are to follow orders."<br/><br/>He steepled his fingers in front of him and leered at her with that intimidating intensity of his.<br/><br/>"Tell me in detail what you are wearing under that suit of yours.  Everything."