I glare at them both. “You’re terrible sisters.”
Charli points at me accusingly. “You’re the one half undressing for your boss. In public.”
I groan and bury my face in my hands. “This was a mistake.”
Shelby sits up suddenly. “Wait.” Her eyes narrow. “You said he asked about your tattoo.” She tilts her head. “Why?”
I shrug. “He noticed it on my first day and was curious about it.”
Charli smirks. “Your first day? That means he’s been thinking about your chest—your skin—for weeks now.”
Shelby fans herself. “Wow.”
“No,” I say, glancing between the two of them. “No.”
Charli smirks. “Oh, he so has.”
I slump back. “This conversation has gone off the rails.”
Charli taps her chin thoughtfully. “So, what did he do when you showed it to him?”
“He said it fit me.”
She grins. “Oh, he did?”
I wince. “Yes.”
Shelby leans forward eagerly. “How would he know that?”
I hesitate. Which is, again, a mistake.
“Harleigh Storm,” Charli says slowly, “how would he know that?”
I throw my arm in the air. “I don’t know. He guessed it fit me.”
Charli grins wickedly. “Or he’s been paying attention.”
“Close attention,” Shelby agrees.
“Oh my God,” I cry. “You two need help.”
Charli points at me. “No, sounds to me like you need help.”
Shelby nods. “You’re clearly attracted to him.”
“I am not!”
Charli snorts. “You’re lying.”
“I am not!”
“You totally are,” Shelby says.
I cross my arms stubbornly. “Even if I did think he was attractive—”
“Aha!” Charli shouts.
“It wouldn’t matter.”
