Page 39 of Indulge
I clench my thighs together. Backwards hat. Grey sweatpants. Tight black tee where I can see his six-pack through.
Is he really trying to test me?
“Hi. Do you by any chance have any chocolate?” I ask sweetly.
He leans on the doorframe. Ugh. What a move. He’s definitely trying to melt my panties off.
“You came to the right brother.” He winks, pushing himself off and leading me into his kitchen.
I follow him through and watch how he tosses out items from his cupboards.
“Ah, ha. Gotcha.”
He tosses a bag of chocolate chips onto the counter.
“What are you making?” he asks.
“Shortbread cookies.”
He bites on his lip.
“You know the way to a man's heart.”
My own heart stammers. These are for his brother. Kind of. I don’t even know why I’m trying.
“I-I thought I might try to soften Reggie up to me. Something's gotta get this stick out of his ass,” I say as a joke.
His cheerful expression fades.
“Oh, right. He’s not really a sweet treat type of guy. Loves meat and veggies though. Maybe try a dinner if you want to impress him,” he tells me, resting against the side.
I nod.
I shrug. “Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll try that.”
He kinda looks like a lost puppy, looking down at the floor.
“Would you like to try some cookies once I’ve finished?”
He looks up with a cheeky grin and rubs his abs.
“I’d love to. I gotta go work out in the cage first.”
I tilt my head. “The cage? Like MMA?”
He chuckles and nods.
“Yeah. Conan, one of the Quinn brothers, he’s a pro. I sometimes take the job of his punchbag. Although, I’ve gotten pretty damn good over the years.”
I blow out a breath. I bet that’s hot to watch.
“Maybe, someday, I could come cheer you on,” I say with a sweet smile.
“My own personal cheerleader, huh?”
I like the sound of that. A little too much.
“Something like that, yeah…”
