"Is someone spreading a rumor about me being a Domme?" Her eyes flit to me.
I shrug. I wouldn't be surprised if Dean was spreading a rumor like that, though I don't really see it.
If anything, Emma needs to let go. To let someone else take control.
But if she insisted on tying me to her bed—
I certainly wouldn't turn her down.
My cock stirs at the thought.
I need to fuck her.
To taste her.
To make her come.
Tonight.
Right now, I need to keep my blood in my brain.
Wes's tattoo is going to take all my concentration.
Wes takes a seat. Blows Emma a kiss.
I get everything I need from the office. Pull a stool over. Prep him for the temporary tattoo.
"She's into me." He motions to Emma, who's not doing anything to hide how much she's staring.
"You think you're cute, huh?" I ask.
He grinsI'm adorable.
"You can act as asinine as you want—"
"Slow down with the vocab quiz, Hunter. I didn't get sixty days to read and talk about my feelings."
"You wouldn't last two minutes in rehab."
"You're talking about that?"
I should.
I should be able to tell peoplehey, I don't drink 'cause I used to have a problemlike it's not a big deal.
"If you can use your inside voice." I press the transfer paper to his skin. Wet it with a cotton ball. Hold it in place.
"What was that, Mom?" He makes a point of raising his voice.
All right, that is the kind of thing Mom used to say. Back when she gave a shit. "Shut up or I'll writeI love Dawson Leeryon your arm."
Wes cringes. "At least give me Pacey."
"In your dreams."
He shudders.
"Still can't believe you dressed up for Halloween."