172 Talia's punishment (cont.)

Talia stared at Damon. "What?"

"You heard me.", Damon said. "Undress me."

Talia's eyes moved from his shirt to his pants and then she met his gaze. He is not expecting that she will undress him fully. Right? RIGHT?

But then… Damon made a point (more than once) that he was not wearing underwear, and that means other than his shirt and pants, there are not many things to remove, so she had to ask, "Just the shirt, right?"

Damon cocked an eyebrow. "Are you negotiating with me, Mrs. Blake?"

Talia pressed her lips into a line and looked at the buttons of his shirt like they are her mortal enemies.

Talia chanted internally that this is not a big deal. She saw him topless many times before and she even held onto him while sleeping. She can do this.

After one deep breath, Talia's shaky fingers started moving to undo buttons of Damon's shirt, and he watched her in silence.

She loved and hated the smirk of amusement on his handsome face.