Free Master of Pleasure by Adriana Hunter Page B

sinfully handsome. A little above six
feet tall, he had the lithe, solid build of an athlete, which was
always snugly fitted in expensive, designer suits. He had raven
black hair, a square-cut face and emerald eyes that were fringed by
enviously thick, dark lashes.
    He was one of the most successful young
lawyers in the city, and he and Matt had been running their own
thriving law firm for years. Matt was just as good a lawyer, but
perhaps not so lethally attractive. He was more the big, burly
type, with floppy brown hair and a charismatic smile. He’d made
Zara feel at ease from the first day, and he was a great boss,
too.
    She finally smiled at them both, maintaining
the same poise which had got her through six hapless months of
mooning and fantasizing over Chase. “Thanks for the accolades, kind
sirs,” she said lightly, “I sure hope it comes with a raise.”
    The two men laughed, and Matt replied, “Well,
you certainly deserve one. We will take care of first thing next
week.” And then, he turned to his partner. “In fact, I have an
idea. Why don’t we celebrate together? We can’t let this monumental
feat go unsung. I propose dinner, tomorrow evening, at Tom
Lanke’s.”
    “Sounds perfect,” Chase said with a nod. “I’m
free tomorrow.”
    “Zara?” Matt questioned, turning his
brown-eyed gaze on her.
    Zara hesitated. Tom Lanke was the most
upscale restaurant in town. Michelin-starred, classy, very
pricey…Overall, not a place she popped in everyday for a bite. She
was already panicking as she wondered if she even had anything
suitable to wear. “I…well, okay,” she mumbled at last, clutching
her leather fold-all to her chest and seeing the hours of dreadful
expectation stretching ahead till the dinner date.
     
    * * *
     
    Zara wasn’t sure what to make of their
expressions when she arrived at the restaurant that fateful
evening. The blend of amazement and admiration she saw, finally
assured her that her choice of outfit and general appearance had
not been a miss. Whether it was a “hit” still remained to be
seen…
    “Hello, Matt, Chase,” she said breezily, a
smile on her lips as she looked at them in turns. She clutched
tighter on her purse when her eyes held Chase’s and caught the
intense look on his face. She could swear that his eyes were
blazing over her snugly clothed, generously curved frame.
    It was almost like he was actually seeing her
for the first time. Fighting to maintain her trusty poise, she
quirked a teasing brow at both men, who stood there staring.
    “Zara, you look ravishing,” Matt exclaimed
cheerfully as they all took their seats at last. “We almost didn’t
recognize you.”
    “Yes…quite a transformation,” Chase said in
agreement. “At last we see what Ms. Page has been hiding beneath
those severe suits of hers.”
    As he spoke, she could feel his gaze
lingering for a moment on her full, firm bust sheathed in its
low-necked bodice. She wondered if her outfit wasn’t, literally,
too over the top? Her usually well-bound double D-cup breasts were
virtually spilling from their restraints, and the deep hint of
cleavage was sure to catch attention from her male dinner
companions. There was at least one particular man’s interest she
hoped to spark that evening…
    Okay, she’d admitted it. All this was for
Chase. Her fancy outfit, her makeup, her hair – she’d spent the
whole day sprucing up just to shed her schoolmarm secretary image
and show what she felt was her more appealing, feminine side. If
this didn’t get Chase to notice her, she figured, then nothing ever
will.
    “Well,” she said with a playful smile at
them, “Considering how upscale this restaurant is, I felt that
wearing jeans or a tracksuit would sort of…lower the ambiance.
Besides, you both look far from rough yourselves.”
    The truth, of course, was that she only had
eyes for Chase. He was magnetic, as usual, and as impeccably
dressed as he always was. Sharp, fashionably snug jacket