Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3) - Page 52
He nods sweet then makes his way to the door. The bell rings. It nearly screams the asshole is gone.
Leighton’s tits fall forward as she leans over the counter. “Can you believe that guy? Apologizing to you for wanting to ask me out? Like I’m your property or something?”
“Asshole.”
“Not with the times.” Her eyes find mine. “Are you really pissed about that?”
No. I’m worse. I’m pissed he’s looking at my girl when she isn’t even mine. “You’re gonna pop out of that dress.” I try to make it matter of fact, but it’s not. It’s weird, her on display. Inviting in a way it shouldn’t be.
“Sorry. Next time, I’ll wear something that will get you less than a thirty percent tip.” She waves the receipt like it’s a first-place ribbon.
“My talent had nothing to do with it?”
“It’s canceled out by your attitude.”
“Not everybody wants to chat.”
“Uh-huh.”
Dean steps into the lobby. “What did I hear about Leigh’s tits?”
She rolls her eyes. “Why are you always here to offer commentary?”
“Your tits.” He makes a show of leering at her chest. “Why else?”
She cocks her hips to one side. “Don’t you have clients?”
He motions to the clock. “Ten minutes until my next appointment. Enough time to talk you into keeping ‘em on display.”
“You couldn’t talk me into a cup of French roast with extra half-and-half.” She sighs in the direction of the Keurig. Waves at the coffee maker like it’s her favorite thing in the entire world.
I slide my hand into my pocket. Wrap my fingers around my cell. The shit on it is good news. But it still makes my throat tighten.
I look to my younger brother. Raise a brow you mind?
He folds his arms. Yeah, I do.
I ignore him. Take three steps to the counter. Until my thighs are pressed against the black plastic.
I pull my cell from my pocket. Pull up my texts. “It worked.”
I show her the display.
Penny: Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing Leighton?
Ryan: I didn’t?
Penny: I always thought you’d be good together. Frank and I are going to a cake tasting Saturday morning. You should join us. Make it a double date.
Leighton’s eyes stay glued to the screen. “She thought we’d be good together? What the hell is that?”
Passive aggressive bullshit. “It’s what we’re going for, yeah?”
Dean clears his throat. He’s still standing behind me.
“Yeah?” I keep my back to him.
He moves forward. Until he’s next to me. “Leigh, tell me you’re not.”
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