Eleven widened her eyes and quickly turned to face the other side, though her gaze had not missed his strong torso, which resembled lickable chocolate, nor his powerful arms. She had never known he was this muscular.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry, Master Zeiss!" she blurted out, and Zeiss chuckled softly from behind her.
"Master Zeiss? I prefer just Zeiss from you. You are not like the others; you are still my little Eleven," he replied, moving toward his wardrobe.
My little Eleven. My. Little. Eleven.
Her heart leapt to her throat, thundering there like a wild drum. "Ah... Uhm, I thought you would prefer the formality," she said, still facing the wall while she heard the shuffle of movements behind her.
"There was nothing formal about us. Address me as you usually do; I don't mind it," he assured her as he came to stand before her, fully clad in black. "Let's go down together."
