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“Letty Ashford.” My middle sister steps in while Jazzy stands there with her mouth opening and closing like a fish. “And this is Jazzy Riordan, our oldest sister.”
Slade shakes both of their hands while I frantically think of something to say. I lost all control of this situation the minute Eve walked in the door.
“What were you doing with Skye’s ID?” Jazzy’s eyes narrow as she waits for an answer.
“I left it at his shop when I went in to get a tattoo,” I cut in and explain before he’s able to give her his version. Reaching for Slade’s hand, I turn to my nosy sisters. “If you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to him in private.” It’s hard to ignore the electricity flowing from his palm into mine.
I leave my two shocked sisters standing at the counter as I drag one of the causes of my sudden headache to the stockroom.
After shutting the door behind us, I turn and growl, “What are you doing here?”
“You quit answering my messages this morning.” He steps close and places his hands on my hips, sending electricity flowing down my spine. “So, I decided to kill two birds with one stone and bring your ID back and find out why you’re suddenly giving me the cold shoulder.”
“I didn’t have anything to say.” I ignore the goosebumps breaking out all over my body as he runs his warm hands up and down my arms.
“Oh.” An evil gleam flashes through his dark chocolate eyes. “Maybe I can give you something to say,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me.
No, that isn’t the right word. His lips devour mine while his tongue slips past my lips and tangles with mine. I melt against his hard, muscular body and groan as he drags me closer. He wraps his large hand around the back of my head and angles my head where he wants it.
The hard ridge of his cock presses into my stomach, warning me I’m out of my depth, but I ignore everything except the feel of his lips moving over mine.
When he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine, I groan, “Wow. I like how you help me find the right words.”
“I live to serve you.” He smiles and runs his hands through the mess his hold made of my ponytail.
“I thought that was supposed to be my line.” My mouth runs away again.
“We have a lot to discuss, Little Who.” He smiles down at me. “Would you have dinner with me tonight, and we can talk about it?”
“I guess I could fit you into my busy plans.” The little devil on my shoulder causes me to add, “You can come by my house and meet Roger.” I should be ashamed of myself, but I’m not. I might be interested in exploring what’s happening between us, but I’m not going to let him have all the advantages.
“Roger?” his roar echoes around the small stockroom. “Who the fuck is Roger?”
“You’ll see when you come to my house.” His eyes narrow, and I can see the wheels spinning as he attempts to figure it out. “Is seven-thirty okay with you?”
“First, tell me about Roger.”
“Roger is my very spoiled, slightly overweight cat.”
“Then I’d love to meet him.” He gives me one last quick kiss and walks over to the door. “Just so we’re clear, your gorgeous little ass belongs to me, and it won’t be pretty if I ever find another man in your house.”
As last words go, his are a doozy.
* * *
At seven-thirty on the dot,my doorbell rings, and I run my hands down the front of my sweater dress. “Show time,” I mumble to Roger. “You better be a good boy or I’ll take away your tuna treats.” Now, that’s a threat.
I take a deep breath and open the door. “Hi.” Holy wow, he looks yummy. Since I saw him a few hours ago, he’s styled his usually windblown dark brown hair and trimmed his beard. With a black sweater stretched across his muscular chest and dark gray dress pants, he looks more like a billionaire businessman than a tattoo shop owner.
“Hello, Little Who.” Slade steps in and kicks the door closed before wrapping his arms around me. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you.” I give my head a shake as his nearness turns me into a babbling mess. “I mean, you look very handsome.”
“Thank you.” He smiles and pulls me close for another mind-shattering kiss. Since I barely survived his earlier kiss, I’m worried I’m going to melt into a puddle of goo before he’s done with me.
Roger strolls over and rubs against my legs before moving on to see if he can get a response from Slade.
When Slade pulls back and leans over to give my cat a little pet, I’m jealous. I want his warm hands moving all over my body. “Hello, little guy. You must be Roger.”
