Page 16 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Five
Hunter
Dean's light eyes brighten as I step into the shop.
The tall tattoo artist is all smiles and fucking with people. He always has been.
I've known him since high school.
And now I'm working for him.
Fuck, it's weird.
He nods a hello then looks to his suite.
"Hmm?" Chloe steps into the main room. She folds her arms over her chest. Taps her combat boots together.
She's his apprentice.
And—I don't have the details, but there's something between them.
They've known each other since high school.
Hated and wanted each other in equal measure.
They would make a cute couple.
He's a foot taller than her. He's bright and cheery down to his white t-shirt and his checkered Vans.
Whereas she dresses exclusively in black.
"I looked at you. That enough to make you miserable, sunshine?" he teases.
Her eyes narrow.Of course it is. She turns back to me. "Hunter, it's nice to see you again." Her tone shifts to something pleasant. The irritation falls off her face as she extends her hand.
I shake. "You too, Chloe." We just barely knew each other in high school, but I stopped by last week to sign my paperwork.
"Chloe Grace Lee," Dean adds. "She knows karate—"
"Aikido," she corrects.
"Don't fuck with her or she'll fuck you up." Dean lets out a hearty chuckle.
It's a sweet warning, though it's obviously not the case. He's already fucking with her.
She's biting back, yeah.
But considering his lack of bruising, I'm pretty sure she isn't fucking him up.
"Shit, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife, huh?" Dean winks at Chloe.
She stifles a smile.
Her eyes light up.
They stare like they're waiting to rip each other's clothes off.
It's bizarre.
