Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

He holds it over his head. “Shit. This must get good.” He jumps backward. Taps the screen.

I slide over the counter. Follow Dean into the lobby. “Stop it.”

“It’s a public site. I can pull it up anywhere.”

“It’s not supposed to be.” I agreed to let Ryan design my site so he’d agree to let me play his girlfriend.

No one is supposed to actually look at it.

Even if they’re complimenting it.

Is it really good enough they’re complimenting it?

Walker rises from his chair. Steps between us. He studies my expression. “Fuck, this really must be good.”

Dean nods. “So much better than you could imagine.”

Fuck. That must be it.

Dean motions to Walker come here.

He does.

The two of them stare at the screen. Then at me.

Dean shakes his head you didn’t.

Walker nods. “It’s pretty good actually.” He looks to Ryan’s suite. “You have a future ahead of you.”

Ryan’s concentration breaks. The buzz of his gun ceases. He turns to us. Shoots Walker a what the hell look.

Dean turns the cell to face Ryan.

Ryan doesn’t scream profanities.

He chuckles.

Smiles.

He’s… happy about this.

He whispers something to his client, who nods, happy for a break, then he rips off his gloves and joins us in the lobby.

“Was this your idea?” Dean asks.

“Leighton’s,” Ryan says.

“Nice job, Leigh.” Dean winks at me. “This is good shit. I can see women everywhere spanking themselves to it.”

“Can you?” Walker laughs. “Or is there some Flowers in the Attic shit I should know about?”

“Some what?” Dean makes a show of scratching his head. “Is that a book or something?”

“Or something.” Walker laughs. He checks the cell screen again. Really studies the picture. “Book covers suit you.”

“I know.” Ryan runs a hand through his wavy hair. “You two wish you looked this good.”

“Wish? Please.” Dean pulls his t-shirt up his stomach. Pats his six-pack. “Make me your next cover model, babe. Please.”