Chapter Nine ~ Reardon
Is it bad that seeing her bent over like that, her face lit up with laughter, has me hardening like a boiled egg?
Maybe not the best metaphor, but, damn, Chloe seemed to get sexier every time I saw her.
I didn’t even care that she was laughing at me. I could handle laughter. Before I’d opened the door to my office, I’d been more worried that she’d take one look at the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, packed with books and collectibles, the figurines, the cardboard cutouts, and yes, even the stuffed animals, and run screaming in the other direction.
I was a nerd. A geek. A lover of fandoms and collector of merchandise.
Most people had no idea. You couldn’t tell from my office at work, the clothes I wore, or the things I talked about in polite company, but anyone who
