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“I did, yeah. Thank you,” she said, and then looked to Zayne, who’d relaxed back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head.

“It was no problem. I was a little worried, since your papa said you’re a bit of a—” Zayne stopped and seemed to quickly rethink whatever was about to come out of his mouth.

“He said I was a bit of awhat?”

“Oh.” Zayne shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Uh, I don’t think so.” Chloé straightened on Ethan’s lap and planted her hands on her hips. “What did he say, Zayne?”

“Um…” Zayne looked at Ethan, who smirked, making it clear he wasn’t about to help out. “He just said you’re a bit of a princess.”

Chloé scoffed. “A bit of aprincess?”

“In all fairness,petite fille, you do have twelve boxes of clothes and four boxes of shoes.”

“So?” She spun around on him then, disbelief stamped on her beautiful face. “I’m agirl. You should see my dad’s closet.”

“Yeah,” Zayne said. “He, um, mentioned him too.”

“Did he now?”

“He did. Actually, I think he was just giving me a hard time. Trying to rattle me on our drive home from the truck rental place.”

“Oh?” She pursed her lips as she looked between the both of them. “And did it work? Are you rattled?”

Ethan took her hand again, but this time tugged her back into his arms. “Not in the slightest. But you still didn’t answer my initial concern. Is there enough space for all of your clothes? Or should Zayne and I make it a rule that when you’re in our apartment you don’t wear any?”

A laugh bubbled up out of her, but when his expression didn’t change, she sobered. “You’re being serious right now?”

“Definitely.” He lowered his eyes to the linen shirt and shorts set she’d pulled on in place of her t-shirt and denim, and hooked his finger through the neat bow just below her navel. “Maybe you should give us a preview now.”

He slowly drew the drawstring free, and Chloé sucked in a breath.

“Right, um—Ahh…”

Ethan slipped his hand inside her shorts and smoothed his fingers over her cotton thong. “Nowis the word I believe you’re looking for.”

Chloé grabbed at Ethan’s arm as he pushed his fingers down further between her thighs.

“And the answer to that would be yes.”

CHAPTERTHREE

No one’s ever accused me of beingnice.

And Zayne knows it.

~ Ethan

PUTAIN.ETHAN COULDN’T possibly mean what he’d just said, could he?

But judging by the hand down Chloé’s shorts and between her thighs, she was thinking that answer was a firm yes. He’d meant exactly what he’d just said. He wanted a preview of her naked—now.

Chloé bit down into her lip and tightened her grip on his arm as she looked down to where his hand disappeared inside her pants.

“We’re, um, we’re outside…on a balcony.”

“Onourbalcony.” Ethan aimed a devilish grin at her that made her thighs clench. “Therefore, we are free to do whatever we like.”

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