Deciding to brazen it out, I pretended Knox hadn’t just been talking about sucking dick. “That’s wonderful to know. We’re looking at a couple of different things actually. Too many blank walls.”
She wasn’t helpful at all.
“Oh, yes, that would be too much work to talk him into.” Smiling at Knox, she patted his cheek. “It’s hard work.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he’d fallen in love or was having a heart attack. “I...yes.”
Great.
How had he found someone who was nearly as weird as he was?
****
“You know, if she’d been fifty years younger, I think I might’ve worried.” Teasing him again, I loved the way he squirmed and blushed. “She’d have tried to take you home.”
But I wasn’t worried. He liked living in my house and I kept him safe from the gremlins and fed him.
Yep, I’d win.
So it was fun to make him crazy since I didn’t actually have anything to worry about.
“She patted my butt.” Blushing again, Knox tried to climb into the seat but was stuck because he wasn’t one of the X-men or magical. “She thought we needed naked art.”
That made me laugh.
“Because you told her what you did for a living and I think she wandered off to do some research when she left us alone for that few minutes.” There’d definitely been a glint in her eyes as she’d tried to drag him off to the area where they kept more grown-up art.
“No oneeverreacts like that.” Scrubbing his hands over his face, he was wonderfully dramatic. “They either get offended or confused, and either way they leave it alone and change the subject.”
Well, that was better than I’d expected and good to hear.
“Even if I meet my readers out somewhere, they’re all very polite and either get shy or they giggle. No one grabs my butt.” He was doing his best to be offended but there was something about his tone that said he’d gotten a kick out of it.
“I think I should be glad she was too old to spank you.” He wiggled too much most of the time. She’d have never been able to make it work without ending up broken. “I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on you in public.”
A collar, maybe?
Still squirming as I pulled into the driveway, Knox sighed and pouted. “No, I was very good. I think?”
She’d clearly been his first dirty old lady.
“I offered to save you.” Several times, just to make sure. “But you wanted to be nice.”
And he’d liked the attention.
“I...” Looking adorably helpless, he pouted. “I was nice. I’m a nice person.”
Insane.
“You are.” Turning off the truck, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “So nice, in fact, I might have to spank you for flirting with someone else while we were out.”
Oh, he had no idea how to respond to that.
His mouth opened and closed several times before he swallowed. “I’m very polite.”
I managed not to laugh but it was close. “Come on, nice boy. Let’s go look at your office and see if we can imagine the pictures hanging up in there.”
We’d kept the first one he’d picked out and managed to find a trio of landscapes he loved that were a much more manageable size. I wasn’t going to take a chance on damaging them, though, so they would be delivered next week.
