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"A parody. Han here looks hot as hell. But

he also looks ridiculous with his back arched and his legs in the air. Making a pinup a male character underlines how ridiculous the whole concept is."

Yeah. That's actually exactly it.

His eyes find mine. "Yes?"

"Nothing."

"Your mouth is hanging open."

"It is not."

"You think I'm an idiot?"

"I didn't say that."

"You can." His fingers brush mine as they curl around my sketchbook. He raises a brow you mind? "It won't hurt my feelings."

"What would?"

"If I thought you meant it."

I motion go ahead.

He takes the book. Turns.

His ass brushes my thigh as he bends to lay the book on top of the scanner.

He smells good. Like soap and shampoo and Dean.

That's the same shampoo. It takes me right back to the dark bedroom. To fumbling hands and locked lips and low groans.

Get a grip, Chloe. You're working together. That's it.

The machine whirs on. Spits out a printout of my drawing. "You can close your mouth. I'm not gonna whip it out, no matter how much you beg for a taste."

I bite my tongue. Fight my desire to slap him. That's the Dean I know. God, he's so annoying. "In your dreams."

"No. My dreams of you are much dirtier than that."

"You haven't."

He shrugs maybe I have, maybe I haven't. He rolls up his sleeve, exposing his ink-free shoulder. "You ever do this?"

"This? Pretty sure you were there."

His laugh lights up his bright eyes. It lights up his entire expression. He becomes that charming, effervescent version of himself.

He's so…

Handsome.

And annoying.

How can one person be so endlessly frustrating?

He taps the printout. "It's a special adhesive paper."

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