Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)
“You think I should try to make him jealous? That seems deceptive.” It just didn’t sit right with her.
Tara shrugged. “I’m betting when he sees you in some skimpy outfit he won’t be able to resist.”
Reagan could do skimpy. She smiled. “I can do that.”
“I can’t believe someone complained about him. Do you think it was Mel?” Tara asked.
“Why do you believe it’s Mel?”
“Because he’s jealous of you.”
“He is?” She’d never noticed. “He does try to undermine me often.
“He’s a dick.”
Mel was a dick. “I don’t understand why he would complain that Tiny was intimidating, though.”
Tara stared at her for a long moment. Then she smiled, which was a strange reaction. “You don’t see it, do you?”
“Do you think he’s intimidating?”
“Oh no, I think he’s as threatening as a teddy bear.”
“I once had a teddy bear threaten me,” Reagan told her seriously. “It was in the mall around Christmas handing candy out to children.”
“Uh-huh, what did you say to it?”
“What do you mean?”
“The teddy bear just threatened you for no reason?”
“Yes. All I said was that parents shouldn’t encourage their children to take candy from a stranger because for all we knew the person in the suit was a pedophile. I was only trying to help. It wasn’t my fault all the parents removed their children from the vicinity of the teddy bear.”
“Yeah, I can’t understand why he’d get pissed about that. Tiny’s appearance is probably a little intimidating to other people.”
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sp; “Hmm. I suppose. He is rather large.”
“And that scar does make him seem a little scary.”
“His scar? Oh, yes, I suppose it does. When I first met him, I thought the scar was a little intimidating. Now I don’t even notice it.”
“Well, they say love is blind.”
“What has love got to do with anything?” Reagan asked. “Are you insinuating I love Tiny?”
“Yep.”
She laughed. “I don’t love Tiny. That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?”
“Because we barely even know each other.”
“Ever heard of love at first sight?”
“I don’t believe in that,” she scoffed. “Lust at first sight, sure. But love is built on more than lust. It’s shared interests and friendship.”