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There's a tiny silver and white kitchen against the "wall." A white cloth futon next to the bookshelf. A TV nestled into a tiny stand—one adorned with vases flushwith silk flowers.
Kaylee plops onto the couch. Smooths her floral print dress. Takes my hand and looks up at me with those doe eyes.
It's like she's screamingplease.
Fuck, the thoughts going through my head...
We're not here as foreplay.
We're not here so I can order her to strip for my viewing pleasure.
We're here because everything in her life is changing.
I'm here to be her friend.
Not to think about her hands on my zipper and her lips around my cock.
I need to get a hold of myself.
Her fingers skim my outer thigh. "The embarrassing thing... I'll tell you if you agree to help me with it."
She's sitting there waiting. Exactly where I want her.
I channel every other thought I can. Baseball. Dodgers blue. Dad whining about trades and salary caps. Explaining that if I want to waste my time playing video games, I should play one that actually teaches me something. Like his baseball management simulator.
My cock cools it.
I manage to sit next to Kaylee. "I'm not agreeing until I have more information."
Her chest spills over her dress as she leans closer. The top of her bra peeks out from the neckline. It's beige. Nearly the color of her skin.
I force myself to stare into her eyes. "That's your invitation to offer more."
"Would you rather own the shop outright or share it with Dean, Walker, and Ryan?"
"Don't worry about it, Kay."
"I'm not worried."
I've been thinking about that too. I'm a control freak.There's no denying that. But there's another part of me. One that wants teammates. That wants to let people in.
That wants someone to lean on.
"You need help with something. It's not my finances," I say.
She shakes her head. "I have this idea. We could take thirty minutes, try to find the best collection of stuff to decorate Inked Hearts properly."
"And your room?"
"That after."
"You gonna tell me?"
"If you agree to help."
I shake my head.
"Then let's go." She pushes herself to her feet. Offers her hand to shake. "Thirty minutes. We'll meet downstairs. See who gets the best stuff."
