Page 41 of Property of Zombie

“Well, he is one of the top donors at the zoo. His money and what it can do for my animals is of great interest to me. I know that sounds cold, but it’s the truth.”

“Doesn’t sound cold,” I say. “Sounds like what it is… business.” Moving to her closet, I open the door and begin to go through her clothes. “Now, whaddya say we get the fuck outta here?”

“I say yes.” Lucy gets to her feet and moves to stand next to me. “What are you looking for? I’m already dressed.”

I glance at her, letting my gaze soak up the way her leggings hug her curves, the way her hoodie hides the perfection I know is beneath the material. “You are dressed,” I stupidly confirm.

“Then what are you looking for?”

“I’ll know it when I see it.”

Returning my attention to her wardrobe, I scan each article of clothing, one by one. When I see a long-sleeved black top with an exposed back, I hand it to her. “Go put this and a pair of jeans on.”

“Why can’t I wear what I have on?” she asks with a frown.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I begin. “After you change, if you want to put your comfy clothes back on, you can.”

“That makes no sense,” she quips, but she grabs a pair of jeans and red lace thong with a matching bra from her dresser and carries those and the top to the bathroom. “Care to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

“You’re not having me get all dolled up so you can take me out to the middle of nowhere and bludgeon me to death, are you?”

“What?” I snap, quickly joining her in the bathroom. My mouth goes bone dry at her reflection in the mirror as she slides the bra straps up her arms. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“So, no bludgeoning?”

I close the distance between us and inhale her intoxicating scent as she pulls the bra into place. Next, she sheds her leggings, and I grab the thong from the counter before she can. “Definitely no bludgeoning,” I say, and I drag the panties up her legs, letting my fingers trail along her skin softly.

Lucy whimpers when I graze her ass cheeks. “Are you sure we have to leave?”

“Yes, but if you’re good, we can end the night at the zoo.” I smack her ass. “Now, finish up before I change my mind and fuck you from behind right here.”

Without waiting for a response, I turn and leave her to do as she’s told. Don’t get me wrong, I want her like I want my next breath, but good things come to those who wait.

Ten minutes later, she steps out of the bathroom, and my already hard dick jerks in my jeans, begging to be freed. Goddamn, the things she does to me. Her hair is curled in loose waves and hangs past her shoulders, and her makeup is understated yet sexy as hell. The shirt drapes off her shoulder, exposing the red bra strap, and her jeans are tight in all the right places.

“Turn around,” I demand.

Lucy does, and my knees threaten to buckle. The racerback of her bra is an intricate lace, and the shirt swoops all the way down to the waistband of her jeans. Her skin is smooth, and a tattoo I didn’t notice before graces her shoulder blade. I trace the ink, and goosebumps break out across her back.

“A pair of lungs probably seems silly to you,” she says quietly.

“What do they mean?” I ask.

“They symbolize life and death.” Lucy shrugs. “I’ve always been an adrenaline junkie, and I love to be in dangerous situations so I can feel that rush, but I’m not so naive that I don’t understand that those same dangerous situations can be fatal.”

“That’s not silly.”

“There’s also what I do for a living,” she continues. “Sometimes, the animal’s lives depend on me. Their trust in me can be the difference between life and death.”

“I repeat, not silly.” I place a kiss on her bare shoulder. “It’s beautiful.”

Lucy spins to face me. “You think so?”

“I do.”

She grins, and I swear the room lights up. After taking a deep breath, she asks, “So, should we go?”