Dead and Buried: A Dark Reverse Harem Novel by Mel Lane

Author:Mel Lane [Lane, Mel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-24T00:00:00+00:00

Viviana

Tuesday morning, right after Sandy leaves for her early class, there’s a knock on the door. I assume it’s Zane showing up whenever he pleases, like usual. Instead, I’m greeted by a guy with a baseball cap with some delivery service logo printed on it. “I’ve got a package for a Miss Russo,” he says, holding up a white box.

“That’s me. Sometimes,” I add at the end and smile at the poor guy, who just furrows his brow before handing me the box and asking me to sign his little electric thingy. It’s shaped like a phone and I just write my name across the line with my finger when he holds it out.

He’s already walking down the hall before I even close the door. I look down at the box, wondering if Zane got me flowers again. I set the box on my bed, untying the twine, keeping it shut, and gently pull the lid off. Surprisingly, it’s not flowers. It’s an outfit.

One I would never pick for myself, but it’s still cute. I pull out a white, long-sleeve henley shirt that’s cropped. The fabric feels soft. I set it aside and pull out a black, white, and gray plaid skirt. It’s short and pleated. I don’t usually wear short skirts like this because it’s just begging for a wardrobe malfunction in a fight. There’s a note nestled in the pink tissue paper at the bottom of the box with a pair of white socks that look like they would go well over my knees. In neat cursive the note says:

Wear this today. I look forward to seeing you in it.

It’s not signed, but it’s got to be from Zane, right? Who else would send me something like this? My mind flashes to three other guys, but I shake the thought away. I need to stop being so selfish. They’re just friends. Nothing more.

I put on a set of matching white underwear and the socks that do end up a few inches above my knee. My panties are lace trimmed, but they’re in a boy short style, so they have more coverage than anything else I own. The bra is just a simple lace thing that has nice support.

I’m able to use my invisible holster on the waistband of my skirt for my .22 millimeter and a knife in the band on the other side, but I don’t have any room for other weapons. If this outfit means so much to Zane, though, I can forgo one day without having five weapons. I never end up using all of them anyway. I throw my hair up into a bun with my silver chopsticks.

There’s a knock at the door. I open it to find Zane there to walk me to class like usual. He looks me over and his brows go up. “You look…very nice,” he says, staring at my legs.

I usually wear jeans, especially now that it’s closing in on Christmas and there’s fresh show on the ground. The socks he picked out are thick, so it shouldn’t be too cold.

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