Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

I hate him. I want him. I can’t stop thinking about him.

Chloe

Nice to see you, sunshine, wearing black again?

Dean Maddox spent high school pushing all my buttons.

Seven years later, we’re working together. So much has changed, but he’s the same arrogant asshole with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly.

I still want to slap the cocky smirk from his face. And tear off his clothes. And kiss him like the ship is going down.

I hate him. I want him. I can’t…

No, I will stop thinking about him.

Dean

Seven years ago, I took Chloe’s virginity. It was supposed to cure my cravings for the pint-sized spitfire. But now that she’s working under me...

The more she glares, the more I want her.

The more I tease, the more she eye-f*cks me.

The more I brag about my Prince Albert…

Let’s just say it’s obvious she’s picturing me naked.

She owns my thoughts as much as I own hers.

I should stay away. She’s my subordinate. She’s off limits.

But there’s no way in hell I can resist her.

For my husband, Dean’s number one fan.

Chapter One

Chloe

Why do people drink?

This stuff tastes awful.

I force myself to swallow another mouthful of orange juice and vodka.

My throat burns.

My head spins.

I reach for something to hold onto. Find the white banister. It's smooth, ornate, pure money.

This entire house is pure money. Pristine carpet. Glass tables. Three-thousand-dollar leather upholstery.

Six-dollar Trader Joe's vodka.

The cheap booze ruins the aesthetic. It clashes with the skylights, the sliding glass doors, the glowing aqua pool.

Not that anyone notices. My classmates are used to expensive furniture and two-million-dollar mansions.

But cheap vodka and an empty upstairs?

That thrills them.

I've heard enough rumors to know the drill. Rich kids. Nice house. Cheap booze. Parents out of town. I heard Dean fucked Judy…

Not that it's always Dean.

It's just those are the only rumors I pay attention to.

A giggle cuts through the big, white room. It bounces off the high ceilings. It bounces right into my ears.

There's Judy, all blond hair and long limbs, standing at the table, running her red nails over Dean's forearm.

His smile lights up his blue eyes. They're bright. Full of energy and life and lust for torturing me.

He raises a brow. Runs his strong hand through his shaggy dirty blond hair.