Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

She leans into her seat. Lets out a soft sigh. "But we… has anything changed?"

"No." I'm still her boss. She's still my subordinate. And teaching her is still the most important thing in my life. Nothing can fuck this up.

"So, we…"

"Still shouldn't."

"Right. Of course."

The devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. Doesn't mean we can't.

But I keep that to myself.

Chapter Eighteen

Dean

Chloe's eyes go wide as she steps into the tea room. She studies the floral wallpaper, the clean white tablecloths, the ornate wooden chairs.

This is a swanky joint. It's old-fashioned, all doilies and lace. Everyone in their Sunday best with the manners to match.

"Are you sure you're in the right place?" She looks up at me. "You probably can't drop f-bombs here."

"It's gonna be tough. Really." I lead her to the host stand. "Reservation for eleven thirty for Maddox."

"Right this way." The host beams. He leads us through the crowded room, to a round table near the window. The guy even pulls out Chloe's seat for her.

She nods thank you as she takes it. Unfolds her napkin and drapes it over her lap.

I'm not sure who looks more out of place—me in my surfer boy shorts and sandals or her in her artsy rebel combat boots and tight jeans.

We're not this place's usual crowd.

"Oh." Her eyes light up with epiphany. "The Golden Needle."

I nod.

"You're still thinking about that?"

"Man has to defend his honor."

"And you're doing that how?"

I point to the host. He's walking toward us with two tasting trays. Tiny white cups line white platters.

He sets one in front of Chloe and the other in front of me. "The key is right here." He motions to the paper in his hands then places it face-down. "I have you down for two vegetarian afternoon teas."

I nod. "That work?"

Chloe nods.

"Earl Grey?" I ask.

Under the table, she kicks me. "Yes, please." Her voice is sweet. Serene. Like she isn't bothered by how well I know her.

"And for you, sir?" he asks.

"Russian Caravan." I nod a thank you.