Chloe
"I'm so full," I groan, taking another bite.
He laughs as I slide the fork out of my mouth and swallow down the creamy cheesecake. I'll have to run three extra miles tomorrow from eating all of this. Well, that is, if I was a runner. Instead I'll do some squats or something.
Rex probably runs. Or goes to the gym. Or flips those heavy tires and does rock climbing and pull ups in his sleep. Very little of his body is showing but it's not hard to miss that he's in good shape. His forearms alone are what orgasms are made of.
And I really, really want to see what his tattoos are like that are hidden beneath his shirt sleeves.
"You still haven't told me much about your salon."
"I figured you'd lost interest once you learned it wasn't one of those appointment with a happy ending plac
