Gideon waited until Jesse was all the way in before shutting the door and folding his arms over his chest. “This is all for your own good. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
Jesse inclined his head. “I know, Sir.” He glanced over to Emma again, his eyes slightly narrowed. “I’m trying not to be.”
“That’s because you don’t—” She broke off at Gideon’s stern glance. “I’m sorry.”
“He might not, but he will soon. Show him what I bought for you, Emma.”
Her hands smoothed over her hips in reflex to his order, jerking them away when she caught Gideon’s eye again. She went to the buttons on her blouse, fumbling as she undid them from the bottom, one by one. Any other day, the skin she exposed would have been a creamy, flawless expanse. Today, it was striped in red welts, blossoms of purple and blue mottling her stomach all the way to her breasts.