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“Sure thing, boss. Take your time.”
Dane smiles at me, reaching for his clothes.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I guess I’m still technically working.” We both laugh at this.
“It’s okay,” I assure him. Then, I reach for my clothes as well, and begin slithering into them. “I, for one, feel this appointment has been very productive.”
He shoots me a grin.
“I would have to say I agree,” he responds. We both laugh, and finish getting dressed. He pats me on the rump while opening the door, and I step outside into the light. Oh my god, can people tell what we were doing? I blink a few times, as if coming out of a cave.
But everything seems normal. There are a few tattoo artists working on customers, and no one even really looks up when we make our way through the store. It’s difficult to believe that no one notices the change because I feel like I’m floating on clouds.
Meanwhile, Dane walks me out to the lobby and then grins crookedly at me once more.
“Give me a call sometime,” he says. “It was good seeing you, Zoe.”
I smile and give him a little nod and then let myself out. I force myself to hold it all in until I get safely into my car. I start the engine and lock the doors and then let it all out with a shrill scream.
“Ahhhh!” I shriek, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. I wish I had someone I could share this experience with, but Patty’s out of the question. How would I tell her that her brother and I just had dirty, filthy sex in his office? She would be grossed out, not to mention utterly horrified.
But at this moment, I don’t care. I drive home blissfully, eager to get to the safety of my room where I can re-live and revel in every moment of my secret tryst with Dane Reston. Maybe I’ll even draw him in a few different positions because he said he’d make my fantasies come true, right? And I know exactly how to show him what I want.
10
Dane
Zoe comes out of the bathroom and plops down on the couch in my living room. I watch her fondly from the bedroom as she grabs the remote and turns on the TV in the hopes of finding a good movie to watch this evening. She’s just landed on a classic 90’s comedy when I hear a knock at the door.
“The pizza’s here!” she calls, not wanting to get off the couch now that she’s all settled in.
I appear in the bedroom doorway and throw my hands up in the air.
“You aren’t capable of getting the door?” I ask playfully. In all honesty, I’m happy that she feels so at home here. It’s nice to have Zoe in my bed and in my space. She makes for good company, and I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d become living on my own.
She laughs and points at the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, which is one of mine of course. It barely skims the tops of her thighs, giving me a glimpse of cute purple panties.
“I am not answering the door in this Dane! My hair is a mess and I’m not even wearing pants,” she pouts. “You get it, okay?”
I stop to kiss her on the forehead.
“Mmm, no pants. Just the way I like it,” I say with a grin before answering the door. I pay for the pizza and stop in the kitchen before returning with a frosty beer in hand.
“But where’s mine?” Zoe asks upon seeing the sweating bottle. I feign surprise.
“Excuse me miss, but are you twenty-one?”
“Why officer, I am. Thank you for asking,” she quickly retorts in a bad English accent. I laugh and tell Zoe we can split my beer. Smiling, she grabs the bottle from me and takes a quick swig.
“Such a rebel,” I tease. “You’re lucky I’m here to supervise your ass.”
She giggles and we kiss. I know she won’t drink more than a few sips because beer’s not really her thing. Under that sassy, sexy exterior, Zoe is still a good girl and I love it.
It’s only been a few weeks since our “consultation” at High Voltage Tattoo but it feels like we’ve been together forever. Maybe it’s because I’ve actually known her for years, but now it’s different. Now, that innocent little-girl vibe is gone. Zoe’s a woman, alright, and I’ve been sampling her fully.
It’s been amazing. After that first time in the shop, I had to let her leave because my next appointment was already waiting. But when I went back to the office to clean things up, the diary was still there, and an idea popped into my head. This time, there was no doubt. I went to her parents’ place after work to return it.
