“Strip. All of it. Now.”

Rook did not look up from the stencil he was cutting when I walked in after the last client left. The neon was already off. The lock had clicked the second the other person stepped onto the sidewalk. My pulse jumped hard enough that I felt it in my throat.

I should have turned around. Mark had texted twice asking when I would be home. Instead I pulled the sports bra over my head and shoved my jeans and panties down in one push. Cool air hit every inch of me. Rook finally glanced over. His eyes dragged from my breasts to the fresh ink...