She studies me knowingly. Nods to Dean. Mouths you like him.
I bite my lip.
Her eyes go wide. She mouths you do!
Is it really that obvious?
She laughs. "He's dead. Let's check his pockets. You do it, Chloe. See if there's anything good."
"Sure." I play his game. Drop to my knees next to him. My fingers brush the waist of his jeans. Over his hip bone. Lower.
Fuck, my hands are close to where they need to be.
I drag my fingers a little lower. Brush the top of his pocket. Slide my fingers into it.
He's so warm and hard.
And—
Fuck.
His fingers curl around my wrist. "If you get any closer I'm gonna be hard."
"Oh." My cheeks flame. "Sorry."
"Don't be." He sits up. Looks to Emma. She's watching us with wide eyes. "You angling for a threesome, Em?"
"Ew," she says. "What's in the wallet for that kind of defensiveness?"
"If I wanted you to know, I wouldn't be defensive," he says.
"Or maybe you have a thing for Chloe getting you on the ground. Did you have a Xena Warrior Princess fantasy growing up?" she asks.
He looks to me. "What do you say? You go as Xena for Halloween. I'll go as Hercules."
"I'm good."
He shrugs. "I tried." He looks to Em. "How about you?"
She shakes her head.
"Got your eye on someone else?" he asks.
"Maybe." She clears her throat. Nods to Brendon, currently sketching in his suite, between clients.
"You need some help? I can make it happen. Take you to his hang out spot. Make him jealous." Dean releases my wrist. In one swift motion, he jumps to his feet.
He's not flirting with her. He's genuinely offering help.
It's weird. But sweet too.
"No. I'm good." She turns to the computer. "You have an hour until your next appointment."
"I know," he says.
I rise to my feet. "I should get lunch."
"No." He motions come here. "I have something for you to do."