Chapter Thirty-Four
“About?”
“The owner,” He said, grabbing the back of his neck and looking down as he shut the door. “He’s umm, super flirty.”
“You know the owner?”
“He’s a kind, of a friend.” Kane said, placing a hand on my lower back as he guided me into the shop. He pushed open the door and I stepped inside as a set of bells rang. Taking in all of the colorful tubes of lubricants and whips that covered the walls.
“Welcome,” An almost purring voice called out, and I felt my eyes grow wide as a man with dark auburn hair came out from the back room. Ripped leather pants hung low on his hips. A shirt was half open, as if he’d hastily buttoned it when he’d heard the bells go off above the door. He looked up at us, silver eyes moving between Kane and I.
I’d never seen a man that looke
