"Oh."
"I need your hands on my banana."
Chapter Sixteen
Dean
Chloe's shoulders drop from her ears as I pull a banana from my backpack. "This is fruit."
"What were you expecting?"
Her gaze goes right to my crotch. Her cheeks flush, but her eyes stay put.
After a long moment of staring, she shakes it off. "Whatever could I have been expecting? It's not as if you phrased that sentence to give me the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea? You sure you're thinking about me?"
"Pretty sure." Her dark eyes fill with fire. She folds her arms. Taps her combat boot against the ground.
"Come on." I motion for her to follow me. "No food in the main room. We have to do this in the office."
"Oh. Sure." She follows me into the office.
Brendon and Emma are the only people here. There's no need to close the door. If anything, it's a bad idea. It's an invitation. For her and for my body.
Being in this tiny space with her is hard enough with the door open.
I'm not doing anything that will ruin shit.
I'm not touching her. Period.
But caution isn't my strong suit.
I close the door. Motion to the chair. "Sit."
She does.
I place the banana on the table. Reach into the desk drawer. This is what she's been waiting for. This is everything she wants.
I set the tattoo gun in front of her.
Her eyes go wide. "You mean—"
"Yeah."
"Now?"
I nod.
She picks up the gun. Wraps her fingers around it with reverence. She's in some trance. One that doesn't involve me.
A gasp falls off her lips as she turns the thing on.
It buzzes against her hand.
She stares. Mesmerized.
Chloe is hard to impress. This is a rare look for her. But it's fucking intoxicating. I want more of it. I want all of it. I want to fill her with wonder and joy.