Khloë’s eyes widened. “He told you?”
“He told Knox some of it,” said Harper. “Knox told me. And I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cringe.”
Devon skidded to the imp’s side, curious as ever. “What did you do?”
“Tell them,” Harper urged, smirking. “The truth shall set you free.”
Khloë sighed. “I was just joking around.”
“Oh God,” Raini groaned, because so many of Khloë’s stories began with that sentence.
“I snapped a picture of him with my phone while he was carrying me to my front door – I can’t remember why.” Khloë scratched her hand. “Anyway, Keenan freaked on me. It turns out that the incubus hates having his photo taken. And I mean really hates it. Said he’s camera-phobic or something. So I started taking some selfies of the two of us.”
“Of course you did,” sighed Raini, rubbing her forehead.
“And then…”
“And then?” prodded Devon.
Khloë put her hands on her hips. “He snatched my phone, dumped me on my ass on the doorstep, and started deleting all the photos. I was not okay with any of that, but I couldn’t stand up to grab my phone because my legs were shaky. So I started pulling on his jeans to drag him down to me. Then there was this really loud tear —”
“Oh Lord,” muttered Devon.
“— his jeans were near his ankles —”
“Oh Khloë,” said Raini.
“— and I was staring at this monster cock.”
And since her cousin had no problem saying exactly what she was thinking, Harper guessed, “You told him he had a monster cock, didn’t you?”
“I thought it only fair that he knew.” Khloë pursed her lips. “He seemed to think that was funny and he gave me back my phone. But he stopped smiling when I snapped a picture of his cock.”
Raini gaped at her. “You thought taking a photo of it was okay?”
“I also thought that my ex would be the best person to call for no apparent reason,” said Khloë. “I was smashed.”
Twirling her hair around her finger, Devon asked a little too casually, “Did Keenan delete the photo?”
Harper shook her head at her friend. “You’re such a perv.”
“I’m just curious,” the hellcat defended.
Raini leaned into Khloë. “Well, did he?”
The imp sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I don’t think he trusted that I wouldn’t share it on Facebook or something.”
“That was pretty wise of him,” said Harper.
The imp sighed again and admitted, “Yeah.”
“What was wise of who?”
Harper twirled on the spot and gave Tanner a bright smile, relieved to see him fully recovered. “Good to see you up and about.”
The hellhound glanced around. “This place looks great.”
It totally did. Since they’d kept the name “Urban Ink,” they’d kept the rock/art/Harley-Davidson feel. There was tattoo flash on the ceiling and metal art on the walls. The furnishings were now all inside, including the new lighted tracing tables that were gifts from Jolene. The stations were separated with checkered glass partitions – a nice idea from Raini. Also, at Devon’s suggestion, they had a wall-mounted TV in the reception area, near the vending machine that Khloë had requested.
“You officially open tomorrow, right?” asked Tanner.
Harper nodded. “Yep.”
“We’re super excited about it,” said Raini, eyes twinkling.
“So, I take it you’re relieving the demons out there of their temporary guard duty?” Harper said to him. Knox had assigned two members of the Force to stand outside the studio and keep watch.
At the hellhound’s nod, Devon groaned. “Lucky us.”
“Admit it, kitty,” said Tanner with a smile. “You were worried about me.”
Devon gave him a haughty “you’re delusional” look, but Harper knew the hellcat had in fact been concerned for him.
“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Tanner asked.
Harper smiled. “Well, it’ll go a little something like this.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Reaching into one of the drawers of the walk-in closet, Knox pulled out his navy-blue, pin-striped tie. He straightened it out, ready to hook it around his neck. And then he sighed. He wasn’t seeing this. He wasn’t.
But he was.
Not sharing even an ounce of his demon’s amusement, Knox walked into the bedroom. His mate was sitting on the edge of the bed, slipping on heels that were the same turquoise shade as her lacy stop. She also wore the black slim-fitting pants that never failed to draw attention to that pert little ass.
Seeing the silver earrings that he’d given her dangling from her ears, satisfaction bloomed in his gut. He liked when she wore something he gave her; they branded her as his, in a sense. But that didn’t mollify him right now.
Clearing his throat, Knox held up the tie. “I thought I was forgiven.” But apparently not, because she’d sown pink sequins to one of his favorite ties.
Smiling at him, Harper shrugged. “You are. I always forgive.” Slyly, she added, “I just never forget.”
Knox sighed again. Really, he shouldn’t be surprised. Demons always got even, one way or another. “I like this tie.” Mostly because she’d bought it for him.
“He told Knox some of it,” said Harper. “Knox told me. And I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cringe.”
Devon skidded to the imp’s side, curious as ever. “What did you do?”
“Tell them,” Harper urged, smirking. “The truth shall set you free.”
Khloë sighed. “I was just joking around.”
“Oh God,” Raini groaned, because so many of Khloë’s stories began with that sentence.
“I snapped a picture of him with my phone while he was carrying me to my front door – I can’t remember why.” Khloë scratched her hand. “Anyway, Keenan freaked on me. It turns out that the incubus hates having his photo taken. And I mean really hates it. Said he’s camera-phobic or something. So I started taking some selfies of the two of us.”
“Of course you did,” sighed Raini, rubbing her forehead.
“And then…”
“And then?” prodded Devon.
Khloë put her hands on her hips. “He snatched my phone, dumped me on my ass on the doorstep, and started deleting all the photos. I was not okay with any of that, but I couldn’t stand up to grab my phone because my legs were shaky. So I started pulling on his jeans to drag him down to me. Then there was this really loud tear —”
“Oh Lord,” muttered Devon.
“— his jeans were near his ankles —”
“Oh Khloë,” said Raini.
“— and I was staring at this monster cock.”
And since her cousin had no problem saying exactly what she was thinking, Harper guessed, “You told him he had a monster cock, didn’t you?”
“I thought it only fair that he knew.” Khloë pursed her lips. “He seemed to think that was funny and he gave me back my phone. But he stopped smiling when I snapped a picture of his cock.”
Raini gaped at her. “You thought taking a photo of it was okay?”
“I also thought that my ex would be the best person to call for no apparent reason,” said Khloë. “I was smashed.”
Twirling her hair around her finger, Devon asked a little too casually, “Did Keenan delete the photo?”
Harper shook her head at her friend. “You’re such a perv.”
“I’m just curious,” the hellcat defended.
Raini leaned into Khloë. “Well, did he?”
The imp sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I don’t think he trusted that I wouldn’t share it on Facebook or something.”
“That was pretty wise of him,” said Harper.
The imp sighed again and admitted, “Yeah.”
“What was wise of who?”
Harper twirled on the spot and gave Tanner a bright smile, relieved to see him fully recovered. “Good to see you up and about.”
The hellhound glanced around. “This place looks great.”
It totally did. Since they’d kept the name “Urban Ink,” they’d kept the rock/art/Harley-Davidson feel. There was tattoo flash on the ceiling and metal art on the walls. The furnishings were now all inside, including the new lighted tracing tables that were gifts from Jolene. The stations were separated with checkered glass partitions – a nice idea from Raini. Also, at Devon’s suggestion, they had a wall-mounted TV in the reception area, near the vending machine that Khloë had requested.
“You officially open tomorrow, right?” asked Tanner.
Harper nodded. “Yep.”
“We’re super excited about it,” said Raini, eyes twinkling.
“So, I take it you’re relieving the demons out there of their temporary guard duty?” Harper said to him. Knox had assigned two members of the Force to stand outside the studio and keep watch.
At the hellhound’s nod, Devon groaned. “Lucky us.”
“Admit it, kitty,” said Tanner with a smile. “You were worried about me.”
Devon gave him a haughty “you’re delusional” look, but Harper knew the hellcat had in fact been concerned for him.
“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Tanner asked.
Harper smiled. “Well, it’ll go a little something like this.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Reaching into one of the drawers of the walk-in closet, Knox pulled out his navy-blue, pin-striped tie. He straightened it out, ready to hook it around his neck. And then he sighed. He wasn’t seeing this. He wasn’t.
But he was.
Not sharing even an ounce of his demon’s amusement, Knox walked into the bedroom. His mate was sitting on the edge of the bed, slipping on heels that were the same turquoise shade as her lacy stop. She also wore the black slim-fitting pants that never failed to draw attention to that pert little ass.
Seeing the silver earrings that he’d given her dangling from her ears, satisfaction bloomed in his gut. He liked when she wore something he gave her; they branded her as his, in a sense. But that didn’t mollify him right now.
Clearing his throat, Knox held up the tie. “I thought I was forgiven.” But apparently not, because she’d sown pink sequins to one of his favorite ties.
Smiling at him, Harper shrugged. “You are. I always forgive.” Slyly, she added, “I just never forget.”
Knox sighed again. Really, he shouldn’t be surprised. Demons always got even, one way or another. “I like this tie.” Mostly because she’d bought it for him.
