Page 44 of Savage

I went over to check out the progress on Cooper’s transformation, and as he looked up, I realized they’d givenhim dark brown contacts. That alone made him look altogether different, harder somehow than with the blue.

“Give me the word, and this can end right now,” I told him.

“No. You just didn’t say anything about a nose job.”

“I said we both need to change our appearances if we’re going to successfully scope things out.”

“Okay, okay.” Cooper looked me over and frowned. “You look the same.”

“Wait for it.” Lucien moved in beside me and gestured to the chair next to Cooper. “Time to make you into a sex god. Although”—he pulled up the sleeve of his black silk shirt to check his watch—“I’m not sure we have time for such a metamorphosis.”

“Fuck you,” I said, sliding out of my suit jacket and then unbuttoning my shirt. “Do anything crazy and don’t think I won’t use the shit I have on you.”

“Lachlan, don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“That was a threat, fucker.”

He gave me a slow smile and winked. “Toyou.”

I didn’t bother kicking his ass right then and there, because Cooper had gone suspiciously quiet. A quick glance proved something had caught his attention, all right, and that something was me.

He was staring, eyes glued to my body as the material parted with every button I flicked free. I shrugged out of the shirt and got a hit of supreme satisfaction when he white-knuckled the arm of the chair.

“Yes, perfect,” Lucien said as he looked between the two of us. “This is exactly the vibe you need tonight.”

Cooper blinked and jerked his gaze away before frowning at Lucien. “Sorry, what?”

“You continue undressing Lachlan with your eyes, he’ll stay hard, and you’ll both fit into the scene just fine.”

Shit.I couldn’t even try to hide the semi that had popped up because of Cooper ogling me, like he was hungry for the rest of my strip show. It didn’t matter to my body that now was not the time to remember how intense it felt to be inside him. I wasn’tthatman right now. To Cooper, I was Lachlan, the one he’d called when he was in trouble, not the one breaking the rules and fucking him senseless.

I settled into the chair. “Just fit me with a damn wig or something and get on with it.”

Cooper grinned to himself. “I can’t wait to see this.”

“Keep it up and I’ll make sure he gives you a balding one.”

“Joke’s on you. You’re the one who has to look at me.”

“All right, gather ’round, everyone, gather ’round,” Lucien called out to his team, and seconds later there was a sea of faces staring down at us.

“Luc, what the fuck?” I grumbled as one of the bright makeup lights was turned in my direction.

“We have to create a visual story.Obviously.” Lucien gestured to Cooper. “Here we find our sexual submissive. I’m thinking blond, I’m thinking leather, I’m thinking cuffs. Something sheer for the top to show off that young body.”

“I’m not that young,” Cooper said.

“For the purposes of tonight, you are.” Lucien ran his eyes critically over me, and I forced myself to remember I was the one who’d invited this. “Now here we have our dom. Strong and sexy, but with a touch of sophistication.”

I smirked. “So just be myself?”

“If I wanted a savage in a business suit, I’d ask for one.” He leaned in toward the tailor, who was taking notes. “Let’s put him in all black. Perfectly tailored slacks. A silk shirt unbuttoned down his chest?—”

“Hey, fucker, that’s whatyou’rewearing,” I pointed out.

Lucien spread his arms out and did a slow spin to show himself off. “Strong. Sexy. Sophisticated. The perfect combination to have men lining up on their knees.”

“Jesus.” I rubbed my temple, feeling a sudden headache coming on as Lucien turned his attention back to Cooper.

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