Malibu Hills Murder (A Zuma SEALs Novel (Malibu Adventure Series) Book 1) by Deborah Brown

Author:Deborah Brown [Brown, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

After Zach left, Alura went upstairs to her room to prepare for Werner. Despite demonstrating his power by firing Zach and having him thrown out, on a sheer, macho, man-to-man level, Werner had lost face to Zach. And Alura knew that would have consequences—personal consequences––for her. Sir, as he preferred to be called, often used her body to channel his anger; it was part of her job description, and she accepted it with as much grace and dignity as she could muster.

Alura walked to the huge set of fitted wardrobes against the far wall of her bedroom and opened one of the doors. She slipped off her shoes and undressed, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in a pile on the chair while watching herself closely in the full-length mirror on the back of one of the doors.

When she was fully naked, Alura took a silk robe from her closet, slipping it on and tying it loosely around her waist. She checked her make-up in the mirror. Deciding she needed a touch-up, she crossed the room and sat down before her dresser. Deftly, her touch as light as bird’s breath, she applied more scarlet lipstick to her mouth and a bare shadow to her eyes. That would please him, and if she pleased him enough, then perhaps he would go a little easier. It was a forlorn hope.

She opened another cabinet and looked at the enormous array of expensive perfumes, choosing one she had not worn in a long time. It smelled of honey and lavender and reminded her of the happy, carefree days of long ago that at times felt like a figment of her imagination. Finally satisfied that she looked and smelled her best, Alura stood and stretched, turned and twisted, going through the yoga exercises she practiced daily to keep her body flexible and her skin supple. She stopped before she could break into a sweat; Werner didn’t like her to sweat, and she didn’t want to spark his anger from the start. Taking one last look in the full-length mirror, she decided she was ready. Alura sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Goodjob to come and escort her down to Werner’s dungeon.

After five minutes, there was a polite knock on her bedroom door.

“Entrez…”

The door opened, and Goodjob stepped into the room. “Mr. Werner requests your presence downstairs, Madam Alura.”

“I am ready.” Alura slid from the bed onto the floor and waited, kneeling, her posture perfect.

He ruffled her hair, slipped his hand inside her robe, stroked his hand gently down her back to her butt, and gave her an appreciative pat, as if she were an obedient dog. “Good girl,” he said, and for a moment, his hand lingered on her backside, squeezing her soft, smooth flesh.

Alura held her breath.

Goodjob was not allowed to touch her this way; she was strictly the property of Mr. Werner alone, unless he chose otherwise. He’d never given Goodjob such permission. But she accepted that the butler was just a man and sometimes let his animal urges get the better of him.

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