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I don’t know what exactly it is about her. But she is a puzzle I desperately want to solve.
Chloe is beaming, proud at the risk she took. “Well then, right this way.” She steps aside to let me join her.
Sliding out of the booth, I have…nerves? Although, I do love a good playful chase, it isn’t my usual routine to have to quite literally chase the girl. But routine gets boring, and she is anything but.
So, here I am, following Chloe behind the counter and through a door that leads to a hallway. The walls are white, and everything is so incredibly clean and tidy. I sneak a peek into the open rooms that look like they’re used for storage as we pass them by. We stop at the last door that is closed.
Chloe knocks on it and announces herself, “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?”
The sign on the door is a white plaque that says Boss Bitch. I can’t help but smile at that. But I would rather it have her name there, as I still do not know it.
What is up with this girl? She oozes mystery, and I want to fucking solve it.
I hear feet shuffling toward the door, and I take a step out of view from the doorway and wait. I think if she sees me right away, she might just slam the door shut.
The doorknob twists, the door opens, and Little Dove says to Chloe, “Chlo, I just need a minute, okay? I’ll be out in a few.”
Chloe’s wide eyes dart in my direction, and I take a hesitant step into view with my hand rubbing the back of my neck.
“Hi, Little Dove.”
She holds her breath and just stares at me with wide eyes. “What are you doing back here?”
Chloe slowly backs away as I inch into the doorway Little Dove.
“I-I wanted to apologize for making you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, truly.”
She exhales and bites her lip, not in a sexual way, but as if she is teetering on the edge of stepping aside and letting me in or never speaking to me again.
The bell of the front door chimes, and Chloe looks torn between staying where she is or going to greet the customers. Thank God she chooses the latter.
“I’d better go.”
“Chlo—” Little Dove tries to stop her, but Chloe glares at her and turns, hustling away.
Tired of waiting, I invite myself in. “May I?”
Her mouth tries to form words, but she just closes it, nods her head, and steps aside.
The room is perfectly put together and, of course, impeccably tidy. A large L-shaped oak desk faces the door. A dusty blue love seat and white accent chair sit on the other side of the room with a coffee table. And that is exactly where I go.
This love seat has got to be the most comfortable piece of furniture I’ve ever sat on.
She sits on the white chair, still speechless. She licks her lips and finally graces me with her smooth, sultry voice. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, you know.”
I hold her eye contact. I would say it’s intentional, but I can’t take my eyes off of hers. They are so incredibly beautiful, as is the rest of her.
“Then, why did you run away?” I ask matter-of-factly.
She squints her eyes. “I did not run.”
I smirk. “You tore your arm from my hand, spun on your heel, and practically ran. Please tell me how that was not running away, Little Dove.” I lower my voice on her pet name.
She sucks her cheek in between her teeth, clearly holding some words back. I quietly chuckle.
“Fine, smart-ass. Maybe I ran. So what?” She crosses her arms across her chest.
I swear to God, it takes physical restraint not to look down to where her breasts are being pressed so tightly together, almost spilling out of the top of her shirt.
