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“Uhh…” I cough uncomfortably into my fist.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” She winks as she tosses me a set of chopsticks. “Now come eat with me and watch this penguin show.”
I remove my shoes before hesitantly sitting down on the edge of the bed. Every fiber of my being is screaming about how wrong this is… well, not every fiber. There’s actually one long, large and annoyingly twitchy fiber that is far too eager to share this fucking bed with her.
“Penguins?” I ask as I set the chopsticks down.
“They are my favorite animal.” She says, offering me a white container of mystery food. I raise a brow.
“Alright, I’ll circle back to the penguin thing. First, I need to know what in the fuck that is in that container.” I grimace, which makes her laugh.
“It’s Szechuan Chicken! It’s not the best I’ve tasted, but it’s not bad!” She moves the box in front of me, and I push it away.
“That looks disgusting. That is not Szechuan Chicken, at least not anymore.” She rolls her big blue eyes and waves me off.
“Don’t ruin this for me, I’m still trying to go back to eating meat regularly.”
“I didn’t know you didn’t eat meat. You seemed to have no problem double-fisting my meat.” Indy is mid-sip when the stupid words leave my mouth, and I watch her mist everything in the water she’s drinking. She slaps a hand over her mouth as she stares at me, eyes wide, and I cannot believe I just said that to her.
“On that note, I’m really going to head out,” I say as I feel my cheeks heat up.
“No!” Indy reaches out and grabs my hand in both of hers, and I nearly jerk my arm away due to the weird sensation her touch causes. “Don’t leave! We’ve still got to talk about penguins, and you haven’t had anything to eat.”
“I don’t eat questionable fast food. It’s terrible for your body.”
“Ohhhh…” Fucking goddamn dimples. “Your body is a temple, then?” I roll my eyes.
“I’m not like that. I just prefer to know what part of the animal I’m consuming.” She sits her food off to the side, and I watch her scoot closer to me.
“Okay,” she pulls out two fortune cookies and holds them in her hand. “You have to at least eat a fortune cookie with me, please?” Holy fuck, I’m this close to shoving this woman away to make her stop that wide-eyed bottom-lip pout.
“Sure, fine.” I snatch one of the cookies and tear off the wrapper. I wait to break the cookie as Indy seems to struggle to grip the small plastic wrapper.Should I ask her if she wants help? Would that be offensive?I watch her rip the bag with her teeth and spit the wrapper across the room. I’m not sure how I feel about it. Is it gross? Hot? Cute?
“Okay,” Indy beams. “One, two, three, break!” We snap the cookie in half, and I have to force back the smile, trying to come out as she does some excited wiggle. It amazes me how excited she is over something so… boring. “You first!” She grins.
“Alright,” I breathe out as I pull the slip of paper out, read the message, and then reread it. “I think mine got fucked in translation,” I grunt, and Indy frowns, crawling closer to me. Too close. Why does she smell so fucking good? Holy shit, she’s touching my thigh. Indy is fucking leaning over and touching my thigh in the process. If she moves a fraction of a hair, she’s going to know I’m a fucking pervert, and then I’m going to fucking die. Thankfully, she plucks the paper out of my hand and moves back to stare at the fortune. I watch as wrinkles appear on her forehead while her dark brows pull together.
“Love is purple.” She reads softly.
“They probably meant ‘patient.’” I state with a shrug. “What about you?” I nudge her, unsure why she’s staring so hard at the paper. Blinking, she looks down and pulls hers out. I hear her small intake of air, and I lean over to read her paper.
Love is purple.
“Huh, that’s a rip-off.” I snort as I stand up. “Well, I best get to bed before the guys get back.” She leans over and grabs my forearm.
“Wait, what? How are you going to just… overlook what is happening here?” I look around in confusion before the door to her hotel room opens.
“Hey Indy, I got you–” Ash stops when he sees us, and his black eyes ignite with a fury I’ve never seen in him before.
“You fucking my little sister?” He spits while setting the bag down.
“What?” I scoff, “Fuck no! I just brought her the food she ordered.”
“Ash!” Indy hisses. “I am an adult! You can’t do this every time a man is in my room!”Yeah, that isn’t helpful, baby girl.I sigh as I look back at Ash, his face red and jaw tight with rage.
“I ain’t fucking your sister,” I say through gritted teeth. “Trust me, not my type.” I inwardly wince at the sharp intake I hear from Indy, but what else can I say? I work with Ash, and there is no chance this won’t end in a fistfight if he isn’t completely sure whatever Indy and I have is platonic. Which it is… at least on the surface. The shameful things I do with my cock in the shower are no one’s business but mine and my hand.
“Well,” Indy’s voice is short and clipped as she makes her way to us, the top of her head only hits my chest, and it’s so fucking cute, at least until I see the anger in her pretty eyes. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anger in them before. “Now that it’s been made clear that I’m undesirable, how about you both get the fuck out of here.”
