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I kind of was. Also, I was trying not to look at, or obsess about, her tits. “Define messing?” I asked, still drawing on the display.

With a sigh, she grabbed a pen and started drawing with me.

After a while, I had a very shitty looking stick figure with big boobs. I looked over at hers.

She’d drawn a small, detailed unicorn, and it was actually quite good.

“These pens are cool,” she said, still drawing. “We should get some.”

I threw a handful of them in the cart.

“So I have a question for you,” I asked her abruptly, trying and failing to make it sound casual.

She straightened, studying my face. She caught on right away that what I was about to ask was going to be awkward for us both.

I cleared my throat. “I was told, erm, I mean, I heard that you’re, um, wholesome. Can you tell me exactly what that means?”

She blushed. Flat out blushed bright pink.

It was not helpful. I wasn’t sure why, but seeing her blush got me hard at a glance.

She fidgeted, looking down at her feet.

That also did not help.

“I, um,” she started, sounding as uncomfortable as I felt. “I’m not like you. I’m not experienced. I don’t take sex lightly.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Well, for example, all of the women coming and going from your sex room is nothing I’ve ever been exposed to before. As a matter of fact, the idea of a separate room for sleep and sex isn’t something I’ve ever even heard of. I’m not completely ignorant about that stuff, but I guess you could say I’m somewhat innocent.”

She’d said somewhat innocent. I found this encouraging, because it meant that she wasn’t completely innocent.

And those weren’t the only words she’d spoken that had gotten through.

“I’ll try to keep that stuff away from you,” I said solemnly. I could work out other arrangements that didn’t involve Ro having to entertain a parade of different women in my kitchen every morning.

Because, all jokes aside, I hated to think that my dissolute bed habits might negatively affect her.

Corrupting Ro was not on my agenda. Ever.

I intended to keep repeating that to myself until my dick got the message.

I wasted another half hour looking at office supplies before we headed home.

I grinned when I saw cars parked in my driveway upon our return. I didn’t recognize all of them, but I spotted Dair’s Tesla right off the bat.

He got out of his car and waved at us as I parked my Harley and helped Ro get off.

She looked as terrified from the return trip as she had on the one going. Motorcycles weren’t for everyone.

I gently took off her helmet and patted her on her cute little head. “Chin up, Ro. We lived.”

She glared at me, but the glare turned to a smile when Dair greeted her.

“How are you settling in?” he asked her.

“It’s an adjustment, but it’s going well, all things considered.” At the all things considered, she sent me a less than friendly look.