Page 30 of Wicked Me
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Sam
AFEW HOURS LATER,I stood exactly where I wanted to, in the kitchen over a plate of freshly sizzled bacon. A bucket of coffee sat next to it because I hadn’t slept. After I tried to shower the sweat, mosquito guts, my stained conscience clean, there hadn’t been time. And I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway.
A frantic Paige hurried into the kitchen, but stopped as she took in the toast, bacon, and eggs breakfast spread laid out on the island. “Oh, God. I was afraid I wasn’t going to have time to eat.”
Splotches of red brightened her cheeks. She kept fidgeting with the buttons on her flowered top and tugging at the hem of her black skirt. Her hair was done up in a fancy twist at the back of her head, and she wore a little makeup on her eyes and lips. Dressed as a sexy librarian, every inch of her begged to be licked. Somehow I didn’t think she’d appreciate that on the first day of her internship, though.
“Relax.” I placed a full mug of coffee and a full plate in front of her. “And dig in.”
“Did you do this for me?” she asked as she sat.
“For me too.” I shrugged like it was no big deal, even though I could feel her probing gaze. She was probably thinking about masturbating to me last night. Or maybe wondering if that crash she might’ve heard in the hallway while she was finishing herself off was me.
“Thank you, Sam.” She smiled and took a large bite of bacon. “That’s really sweet.”
I plucked some bacon from my plate. “I aim to please.”
She choked on a swallow and took a swig of coffee, her face reddening even more. Her mind was even naughtier than I thought since I hadn’t even meant that to be sexual. Mostly.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked once she could breathe again.
“Uh, yeah. Eventually.”
I nodded and tried to hide my grin behind the brim of my coffee cup. “So, I finished your book last night. Do you want me to tell you what happens?”
“Noooo,” she said and shot me a warning look.
“Everyone dies,” I said and scratched at one of the thousands of mosquito bites on my neck. “None of the characters had a zombie apocalypse plan. When the outbreak spread, things got ugly real quick.”
Her dark eyes sparkled as she chewed thoughtfully. “That’s a real bummer, especially since there’s supposed to be another book with thesamecharacters out in September.”
I held my hands out in mock apology. “They’re all zombies.”
“Funny how the blurb for the new book didn’t say anything about zombies.”
“Time-traveling zombies. Time-traveling, bank-robbing, crime-solving zombies,” I said with a wink and a tap to my temple like it was the greatest idea ever. Which it was.Ishould be a writer. “That author knows what she’s doing.”
She snorted and tossed a strip of bacon at me, which I caught in my mouth because I’m a badass.
“You’re so full of it,” she said, laughing. “Doyouhave a zombie apocalypse plan?”
