Z puts his hand under the table. "Your finger goes here." He guides me to it, and I feel something smooth and cool. "Pressit firmly on there." I do as he instructs, jumping back when the table starts to move, splitting in half, along with the wall, to reveal, well, another wall. Only this one is concrete with a screen in the center.
"Stand here." He moves me over so that my face is right in front of it. The screen is coming to life. My face appears on it, and I watch as it scans my features before the wall once again moves.
"This really is Batman style, but not in the basement or in a cave."
"My wife would hate that. Would think bugs could get in."
"Ahh!" I laugh because he is not wrong. I can stare down a man with a gun, but a spider and I'm out. It's every man and woman for themselves.
I’m so overwhelmed at the sight in front of me I press my hands to my cheeks, in a very Tova fashion.
“Do you control the world from in here?”
“Mostly yours.” I elbow him. He grunts, making a show like I could actually hurt him. “Come on.” His hand goes to my back, guiding me into the giant room.
“How did you do this?” I ask. It’s not the giant display of computer screens that takes up one area, like a command center, that I’m talking about. Or even the area next to it with a pearly white desk that’s decorated in my style, like in my bedroom.
No, it’s all the small knick-knacks that are the same as the ones I’d bought over the past few weeks to decorate his desk he has placed here.
“You bought everything online.”
“Do you track everything I do?”
“Yes.” I roll my eyes at him, even though it doesn’t shock me in the least. It would have pissed me off in the past, thinking he was trying to control me, but now I find it really hot.
“Hey!” I point to one of the screens. “Is that like tracking me?”
“Of course.” He scoffs like my question is a stupid one. Okay, it might be.
“You have me lojacked?”
“Yes.” I turn my head, hiding my smirk.
“No hiding, I already know it turns you on. You’d be pissed if you found out I wasn’t tracking you.”
“Maybe.” I roll my eyes again, making him laugh.
“Brat.”
“Jerk!”
He kisses me until I’m breathless.
“This place is pretty badass,” I tell him. His hand slips under my dress to my ass, giving it a squeeze. “Bet Marks would love it.”
“Sure she has her own setup.”
“I don’t know. She travels.”
“It can be safer to move around for her.”
“Really?” I scrunch my nose. “Why? You don’t move around.”
“We don’t really engage in the same shit. Marks can be…” He trails off.
“What?”
“Trying to think of the right word. A little Robin Hood at times. Petty?”
