Family dinner
A few days later, I catch Madison in the hallway after the long bath I insisted she take to give me enough time to set up her surprise.
She’s been enjoying some true downtime now that her life is no longer in danger. We both have. With Fred’s cloned phone plugged into my computer, I set up a program that uses his signing key to automatically veto every message that comes in. It’s been working with 100% effectiveness, I’m pleased to say. And now that we have control over the program, we can start tearing it down piece by piece until there’s nothing left.
We’re both eager to start.
“I have a surprise for you, my love.”
Madison gasps, hand going to her tracking necklace. “Something sparkly?”
Remembering that was her exact reaction last time, I chuckle and run my hand down her soft, silky hair. “No. Sort of shiny, though.”
“Color me intrigued.”
I lead her into the office, where Some Bills has taken up residence in the corner of the couch closest to the windows, where his naps are occasionally directly in the sunbeams streaming through the thick curtains. As soon as she steps into the room, Madison inhales sharply, seeing the alterations I’ve made.
The desk that used to sit along the back wall and hold all my half-finished soldering projects has been cleared and pushed next to my own. On it, there’s a brand new, ridiculously overpowered and top-of-the-line laptop, a mechanical keyboard, a wireless mouse, a headset, and a double monitor arm.
“When did you…” she begins, trailing off as her eyes zigzag across the tech like she can’t decide what she wants to look at first. “How…”
“You’re going to need your own setup if we’re to track down all the remaining copies of the Gener-AI program and wipe it out.”
“Side by side,” she says, eyes teary and full of love and hope.
“Side by side,” I confirm, then nod encouragingly at the desk. “Go check it out.”
With a child-like grin of excitement, she bounds over to her new desk and examines everything with a critical eye. She lifts the top of the laptop, cranes her neck to read what kind of chip it has, and whistles. “You went all out.”
“Only the best,” I agree. “You deserve it.”
“It’s all…” she trails off, swallowing thickly, “it’s perfect, Wesley. Thank you.” When I come around, she leans up and kisses my cheek.
I take my seat and gesture to the one next to me. “Good. Now, get to work. You’ve got a laptop to set up, and we’ve got local government systems to hack into.”
She nods absently, looking down at her own office chair. It’s the same model I use, so I’m surprised when she makes a face. “It’s all perfect except…”
“You don’t like the chair?” I ask, feeling my brows lift.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong… this is a nice chair,” she says, gripping the back and jerking it back and forth like she’s testing the wheels. “Sturdy. Encourages proper posture.”
“Ergonomic is the word you’re searching for, I believe.”
“Mmm,” she hums her agreement. She takes a step towards me, eyes playful. “But it’s not the chair I want.”
“No? You had another model in mind?” I ask, catching on to her game. I spin away from my desk.
She bites her lower lip, and her eyes drop to my lap. “Well, it’s not theseatI want, I guess I should say.”
“Ah.” I lift a brow as she takes another slow step, letting the motion of her body rock all her gorgeous curves back and forth. “We have work to do, Madison,” I say, playfully stern. “We can’t get distracted.”
“I’ll be a good girl, Sir.”
I grin, but I know it looks as dark as it feels when her eyes flash with excitement. “Then take your seat, my love.”
With a thrilled little noise, she spins, grabs her new laptop, and slides it over to my desk. She sets it on the table and then turns and presents me with her ass.
“Wait,” I instruct, and she pauses with her knee slightly bent. Her hair cascades down her back, and I want to grab a fistful of it and drag her down onto me, but I can’t do that quite yet. I settle for grabbing a hip in each hand. “Panties off, first.”
