But instead, she gathered her strength and stood, walking over to the computer. She thought coldly. Finally, Lauren arrived, fashionably late as always. The place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, the kind that hinted at a life once lived there but now long gone. Had she found something terrible? Fine. As if she hadn’t just sold a piece of her soul for their relationship not to end. It was like a dream come true. Had she found something terrible? “Sorry, I had to curate a look,” she said breezily. She had to keep going, satisfying sick whims of the evil blackmailer. “You talk too much,” she said, looping her arm through his and escorting him inside like a reluctant prom date. “Yeah, obviously. “And today, I’m going to show you boys just how to get off to me and my sexy body.”
Her fingers traced the edge of her bra, playing with the lace before she reached back and unclipped it, letting her breasts spill out.