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That made Dex chuckle. Ashley, he assumed.
He was tempted to touch the cage even though that was one of the big rules: don’t put your fingers through the wires, especially if you’re attached to them. But he was a rule-breaker through and through, or so everyone kept telling him.
Yesterday, he’d broken a rule—he’d flirted with Ashley. Not that it was a rule as such, but Sophie had been very clear that he needed to get this right and stay on Ashley’s good side, especially after his inauspicious start. So what had he done?
Interrupted her date.
Called her a good girl.
Made her an offer she most definitely could refuse.
Flirting with Ashley should have been harmless, a fun way to pass the time, but something about her reaction chafed.
She didn’t take him seriously. There were two possible reasons for this.
One, he wasn’t worth taking seriously.
Two, she didn’t believe he was sincere.
A little of both, perhaps. She’d laughed his offer off, as if she couldn’t quite believe his audacity. She could have eighty-sixed him from this gig—again—but instead she’d chosen to take pity on him. He was obviously joking around, with his naughty words. After all, what else was someone like Dex O’Malley good for?
But he’d meant it.
He wanted to make her feel good. He got the impression that Ashley wasn’t used to thinking of herself. Sure she was putting herself out there, but her heart wasn’t in it because she didn’t believe she deserved a little fun. Even that date with The Smirk seemed like a chore for her.
If she hadn’t laughed in his face, if she’d recognized that he was serious in offering to show her a good time, then she wouldn’t need to view sex as overrated or a chore or whatever other negatives she associated with it because it had been so long for her.
Now he was wondering how long since someone had touched her.
How long since someone had made her cheeks flush and her body hot and her pussy wet? Because he had a feeling he might have had that effect on her yesterday. She’d looked positively heated when he called her a good girl.
Ashley, the good girl. Damn, he wanted to break every rule in the book finding out how good a girl she really was.
“That would be a very injudicious thing to do.”
Dex turned his head to take in the new arrival, a girl of about nine or ten with caramel-blonde hair and a serious demeanor. Her eyes blinked at him from behind big glasses, owl-like and blue and filled with the weight of the world.
“That’s a big word.”
“It’s my word for the day.”
“Cool. What does it mean?”
Her face fell and for a moment, he worried he’d asked the wrong thing. Maybe she just spouted big words without any care to their meaning. But now he realized that she wasn’t worried about knowing the meaning, but that she was about to insult him.
“It means … foolish.”
“Ah. So you think me trying to make friends with Bandit here is inju—what did you say?”
“Injudicious. And just the fingers thing.” Moving in closer, she squinted at him. She wore rolled-up jeans, Hello Kitty sneakers, a purse with “Swifty” on it, and a butterflies-themed sweatshirt. The ribs of the insect’s wings had little jewels sewn into them. “You’re Dex O’Malley!”
“Guilty. And you are …?”
“Willa. What are you doing here? Are you going to adopt a dog?”
“I wish I could. But actually I’m volunteering.”
She sat down cross-legged on the floor beside him, in that easy way that kids had. “The TV said you were injured. What happened?”
