the end is here, Disciple of the Undead, book 3 of Tribe of the Undead

Tribe of the Undead

Excerpt from Chapter Two:

Nidhi set down her bag, forced her hands to stay loose by her sides, then in a lame attempt to look casual, leaned against the door. When the other girl’s intense gaze became too much, she turned her own to the window. The storm had softened to a drizzle, but the clouds were so thick the sky was a haze. “The lady is bound to pop back in here. She must’ve had a reason for texting me.”

“I texted you.” Mattie held Hume’s phone in her long, pale fingers. “Don’t look so surprised, baby.” She shimmied, making her huge breasts jiggle beneath the tight white t-shirt, then mimicked a body check. “It was a simple matter of bumping into her in the hall and snatching her phone out of her bag. That woman should get her shit together. She runs part of this very serious newspaper. People depend on her.” She opened her palm, and the phone fell. The device landed near the edge of the desk, teetered, then dropped to the floor with a soft thud. “I must say, you look awkwardly sweet all wet like you are.”

Nidhi waved one hand toward the door. “Want to get out of here? Go someplace?”

“I like it here. Don’t you?”

Now the rain had completely stopped, the sky was still with a greenish hue. Bleak clouds hung high in the sky, a thick band of foreboding. 

Mattie made a deliberate display of uncrossing her legs, then recrossing them, the flex of her muscles and the roll of her hips an intimidating seduction. “This desk is solid. I like that. A solid desk that can take a beating is important.” She swung her leg, kicking one of the legs with the heel of her boot. “We’d expect this sort of high-quality furnishing from Hume, right?”

“I guess so,” she replied, even though she had no idea what Mattie was getting at.

“Well, baby?” She planted her hands behind herself, arching her back, shoving her tits upward. There was no denying the message. The girl wanted what she wanted, and she wanted it right then. Right there.

Even if Hume was gone, there was the janitorial staff. 

Maybe she was overthinking this. The possible presence of other people was part of the excitement. Right? It could be, anyway, if she let herself feel it.

“I thought you were adventurous.” Mattie shoved herself forward, sat up straight and looked at the door. “Am I going to be disappointed?”

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