Wishful Thinking

We had just entered his office room when someone knocked at the door. Without excusing himself, he left to attend the door and came back after ten minutes. 

 

"Strip!" William's growl resonates through the room. 

 

What? 

 

I hadn't realized but I had said my thought aloud already. 

 

William turns his back on me, moves towards the pile of boxes behind his desk from where he picks up a small bag and throws it at me which struck my face with force. 

 

"Omphh!" 

 

"You aren't wearing that dress in front of me anymore." William orders turning towards me.