It’s gonna suck trying to get this shit off in the morning.
“Hey,Jasper?”Jaxoncallsout to me before I’m even halfway down the hall of Ink Me. “You got a second?”
I sigh, turn around, and reluctantly pop my head into Jaxon’s office. “Yeah, boss?”
“Hey, man. Have a seat?”
I cock my brow.
“Oh, shut up and have a seat. It’s not like I’m firing you.”
My ass lands in the most uncomfortable plastic chair known to man.
“If I’m being summoned daily, can we upgrade the chairs at least?” I complain.
“Ohhh, no. Then you yahoos would be in here constantly.”
“It’s not my fault you’ve got all the good snacks.”
Jaxon gasps.
Shit!
He shakes his finger at me. “It’s you! You’ve been the one eating all my toffee bars!”
“Listen, I was doing you a favor. That shit’s bad for your teeth,” I say with a mischievous grin.
“Just great.” Jaxon throws his arms up in the air, grumbling. “Now I’m gonna have to find a new hiding spot.”
Man, it took me three months to find his dang hiding spot. And I need those toffee bars!
I could get them from the source, which was my original reason for stopping at Olly’s in the first place, but he’s probably still a little pissed at me for breaking into his house. Which, whatever, I guess it’stechnicallybreaking and entering, but Olly said I was always welcome in his house.
Apparently, not.
“Earth to Jasper.”
“Huh, what?”
“I asked how you were doing, but apparently I just answered my question.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night, but I’m fine. Nothing a couple of cups of coffee can’t cure.”
“Um, are you supposed to be drinking coffee?”
“Oh, my God! I’m fine,” I say, casting my gaze at the ceiling. “It’s just a little high blood pressure.” And I will keep telling myself that.
Jaxon gives me the look. You know the ‘disapproving father’ look?
Whatever he and Alex get up to is their own business. I mean, I totally get it. Jaxon is perfect Daddy material.
But I need someone who will get me dirty.
Jaxon takes a deep breath. I can tell he wants to argue with me, but I appreciate it when he doesn’t and changes the subject.
“Your client scheduled for two o’clock tomorrow wants to move her appointment earlier.”
Fuuuuuck! Maybe the subject isn’t dropped. I brace myself for the inquisition.
