Page 38 of The Master

“You had a previous survival plan?”

She gave me a ‘duh’ look. “Of course. My mom and I routinely reassess our plans to see what improvements can be made.” She grinned at me. “Are you telling me you didn’t already have a plan in place for zombies?”

“I think I want to hear some of your plans,” I said. “How were you and your mom going to survive the zombies?”

“Well, one year, we thought the way to go was a motor home with chainsaws as our defensive weapons.”

“Chainsaws?” I tried to picture Ashlee and Roberta wielding chainsaws, and it just made me laugh even harder.

“We were actually going to try to take some chainsaw art class because we figured that was the best way to figure out how to use them, but the instructor told us we wouldn’t be able to use full-size ones and we realized that smaller ones really wouldn’t work for our plan.”

“So, no underground bunker stocked with non-perishables and machetes?”

“That was the plan five years ago, until we realized that an underground bunker in New York was pretty much impossible, unless we converted a subway station, but then we’d have to worry about subway zombies.”

Her laptop dinged, indicating new mail and she turned her attention to the screen. I kept looking at her, soaking in every line of her body, as if I didn’t already have it memorized. I would know her with my eyes closed.

Whatever the email was about, it must’ve needed a response because she spent the next couple minutes intently focused on replying, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t have the pleasure of watching her work during a normal day. When she was finished, she glanced up at me, cheeks flushing. The humor that had permeated the atmosphere not long ago was replaced with something heavier, and I knew it was because of what she saw on my face.

“I like your idea of locking us in here and never having to deal with people again,” I said, my voice low. “We’ll let your mom and Finley visit, of course, and maybe my family, but most of the time, it’ll be just us.”

“That sounds great.” The smile that curved her lips was more sensual than amused. “Do you have ideas of how we’ll keep from getting bored?”

“Indeed, I do.” I crooked my finger at her, and she came over to stand in front of my desk. “There would be a mandatory dress code when we’re alone.”

“And what would that be, Mr. Lexington?”

Fuck.

“Nothing but the finest lingerie. Sheer lace so I can see those pale pink nipples of yours as well as your pretty pussy. The barest scraps of silk and ribbon that I can take off you with my teeth.”

She swallowed hard, confirming for me that she was just as turned on as I was. “And when we’re not alone?”

“Whatever you want to wear…underthings optional.” I shifted in my chair. “And, of course, we’ll have casual Fridays.”

“Wh-what does that mean?”

I waited to answer, letting my gaze drift over her, caress her, so that by the time my eyes returned to her face, she was panting slightly. “Clothing prohibited.”

Her fingers curled into fists, then relaxed, making me want to know what was going through her mind at that moment. The heat in her eyes told me that whatever it was, she didn’t dislike what I was saying.

“You’ve been distracting today,” I said, “and that’s not very nice, is it?”

She shook her head.

“I’ve had a hard-on almost all day,” I continued. “All from watching you. Listening to you. Thinking about what you’re wearing under those clothes. What do you think I should do about this?”

She clasped her hands in front of her and dipped her head. “Anything you want, Mr. Lexington.”

I reached down to adjust my cock. “What would you suggest,le soleil?”

“I could show you.” Her eyes darted up to mine, then down again. “I could show you what I’m wearing under my clothes.”

“All right. Do it.”

She unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers, but I knew her well enough now to understand that she was excited and eager, not scared or embarrassed. When she slipped the shirt off and let it drop to the floor, my heart gave an unsteady thump. She was so damn beautiful. Her dress pants joined her shirt, leaving her in only matching bra and panties, a deep, rich green that complemented her fair skin and bright hair, and made her eyes shine.

“Dammit,le soleil.” I practically growled the words. “If I’d known you were wearing this, I would’ve bent you over my desk hours ago. You’re gorgeous.”

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