Page 82 of Breaking the Rules
"What is it with you Kanes?" Her brother's reputation for tying women up is legendary. As is his girlfriend's interest in being tied up. "Always with the kinky shit."
Ryan steps into my suite and motions for Dean to shut up. "How much is my brother fucking with you?"
Dean blows Ryan a kiss. "I love you too."
"He's fine." Truth be told, I like Dean's obnoxious jokes.
He gives me shit.
But most of his attention is on his apprentice. And most of mine—
Emma is right there. Behind the counter. Studying. Or pretending to study. Wearing a tight white blouse that hugs her tits just so.
"Poor Chloe." Emma looks up from her text book. "She takes all of Dean's shit now."
Dean steps into the main room and shoots Emma a megawatt smile. "Don't tell me you're jealous."
"Of you and Chloe?" Emma laughs. "In some parallel universe where I want you?"
"I see the way you look at me, Em. You don't have to admit it to these idiots." He places his finger over his mouthour secret. "I know what you're after."
"Uh-huh."
He winks.
"God, I can't believe I actually bought Kaylee's story about hooking up with you." She shakes her head, sending strands of chestnut hair in every direction.
"Em, baby, you have no idea how good my fake sex with Kay was." He fans himself. "You know I've got a cock piercing."
Emma laughs knowingly. "We were only talking about it thirty seconds ago."
Dean looks back to me. "You believe this shit? Striking out."
"Yeah. 'Cause it's not obvious you and Chloe are—"
Dean motions to Ryan.
Emma laughs. "You realize we all know you're together?"
Dean motions to me. "Not Keating."
"Welcome to the club, Hunter," Emma says. "How does it feel, being in the know?"
"Good." My eyes find hers.
Her cheeks flush.
Ryan chuckles as he surveys the empty room. "What the fuck are all three of us doing here when it's this dead?"
"Hunter works for a percentage and you two own the shop. I'm the only one here who gets a salary," Emma says. "Why aren't you off with Chloe?"
"What makes you think she wants anything to do with me?" Dean asks.
"Good body." Emma laughs. "What else?"
Ryan pulls out his cell. Smiles at the notification—no doubt a text from his girlfriend. "I got an hour to my next appointment. Can I trust you two not to burn the place down?"
"No." Emma points to us. "Look at them. Miscreants."
