He sits up and turns to me. “What are you drawing?”
“A character.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Not Stefan?”
“No.” Even the mention of Stefan makes me smile.
I asked him out last night, didn’t I? It could have been a vivid hallucination. Both are plausible because my brain often can’t tell whether I’m asleep or not. I hope it was real and that I asked Stefan to go for a drink with me.
“Uh-huh.”
I show Hendrix the drawing I’m working on to prove I’m not drawing Stefan. I have. Twice. I’ve given him one of the drawings, but I’m not sure I have the courage to give him the other. It’s more… personal. A drawing I did from the heart.
“Do you do kinky drawings?” Hendrix asks.
I shrug. “I suppose I could.”
“Quinn has drawn me,” Theo says.
“That wasn’t a kinky drawing,” Hendrix points out.
“I was in my puppy play gear.”
“And? It still wasn’t kinky.” Hendrix folds his arms.
I disagree, considering how little Theo was wearing, but it’s probably not worth arguing over. “Did you have something in mind?” Perhaps Hendrix wants me to draw him.
“Stefan in his dungeon? Maybe you could book a session with him to get a good look at where he works.” Hendrix smirks. “And you’d get to lick his boots in the bargain.”
I grimace. “I’m not into boot-licking. Or dark dungeons.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I’ll tick those off my list.”
“List?”
“Ignore him,” Preston advises. “He’s trying to trick you into telling him your kinks. Don’t fall for it.”
Not only does Hendrix keep going on about Stefan fancying me, but he also seems overly interested in my kinks. I might have told him ages ago if he wasn’t so aggressive about it. Not that I feel I need to tell him or anyone else in the house.
“You spoil all my fun,” Hendrix complains.
“If teasing other people is fun, you need to get out more,” Preston says.
Hendrix glares at him, but his attention is diverted as Stefan walks into the room. “Preston is being mean to me.”
Stefan arches an eyebrow. “And why should I care?”
“You’re the boss of the house, and it’s your job to keep everyone in order. Even other Doms. You’re the big Dom.”
It’s impossible not to laugh as Stefan’s still-raised eyebrow twitches, along with a muscle beneath the same eye. I’m glad I’m sitting on the floor as my laughter makes my legs fall asleep. My head becomes heavy as well.
“I’m not the big Dom,” Stefan says sternly.
“But you are the boss of the house?” Hendrix asks innocently.
Stefan grunts and shakes his head. “You’re a brat.”
“So you keep saying. That doesn’t change the fact that Preston was mean to me.”
