Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Big mistake. Huge.
He was tattooing some woman, and right in front of her he told me that he didn’t want me chasing him and that he didn’t fuck virgins. It was mortifying to say the least, and I left there without a second glance. Since then, I’ve tried to push Boss out of my head, but I can’t forget the way he made me feel in his arms that first night. I could have talked to him for hours if I’d had a chance, and I really felt like there was a connection. I was so naïve.
“Lexi… what do you think?” Chelsey, one of the girls in the group, asks.
I look up, and I have four pairs of eyes staring at me, waiting for a response. “Uh, I’m sorry. I was reading the passage. What was the question again?”
For the remainder of the study session, I try to stay focused, but my mind keeps trailing back to Boss. I should have let him kiss me. Maybe then I could have gotten him out of my system.
3
BOSS
The blaring music and the sound of the tattoo gun keep me focused. I finish the dainty butterfly with a scowl. It’s not my favorite kind of piece to do, but it helps pay the bills.
Heat & Ink in Whiskey Run has a different clientele. Most of our work is done on club members or from the mercenaries that work in the compound across the street from us. We get some townie locals, and every now and then, we get college students that either wind up at the wrong place or the girls are looking to hook up with a biker. My current client is the latter.
I wipe at her skin and then back away from the chair. “Take a look, Charlotte.”
She leans up, not even trying to hide her cunt from me. She wanted a butterfly on her hip, and she got naked before I could tell her it wasn’t necessary. I tried draping a cloth over her, but she kept letting it slip away. I was determined to get her tattoo done and get her the hell out of here.
She giggles. “Oh, it’s perfect. Thank you, Boss.”
I make quick work of covering it with an ink sack, anxious to get her out of here. “Welcome. You can pay at the front.”
I turn my back to her and start cleaning up my work station. I’m hoping that Charlotte will leave, but it’s only a second that goes by and I feel her pressed against my side. “I can pay out front, but what about my tip? I want to give it to you personally.”
I blow out a breath and take a step back as I turn to face her. I know exactly what kind of tip she’s offering, and a few months ago, I may have taken her up on it, but I have absolutely no interest in anything she’s offering me now. She’s standing before me in nothing but a T-shirt because her skirt and panties are tossed on the tattoo bed.
The door to my tattoo station is wide open, and anyone can walk by or in and see her. Normally, nudity doesn’t bother me, but Charlotte is not the woman that is at the forefront of my mind, and she’s definitely not who I want naked. She reaches for me, and I grab her wrist, stopping her before she touches me. “I don’t want your tip. You can pay up front.”
She gasps in surprise, and then her face twists in anger. She jerks from my hold and then stalks over to where her clothes are. Grabbing them, she walks out, naked from the waist down, and I lean against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
Fuck. Everyone here is used to nudity, but I already know I’m going to get some shit about this.
I don’t have to wait long because Gunner walks in, shaking his head. “Your last customer seemed less than satisfied.”
I just grunt and shrug my shoulders as Gunner sits down in my chair and rolls across the room, stopping next to me. “What’s up with you lately?”
“Nothing,” I grumble.
“Bullshit. How long has it been since you got laid? You need a cherry? I can line one up for you tonight.”
I just glare at him. I’ve found use in a club cherry before. I mean, they’re at the club, accessible, and most of them are doing what they can to become an ol’ lady, so they’ll do whatever. But even they don’t interest me now. “What, are you the club pimp now?”
“Fuck no, dude. I’m just trying to help a fucker out. Something’s eating you, and I thought pussy could fix it.”
I open my mouth, about to tell him that there’s only one pussy I want but think better of it and slam my mouth shut. I grit my teeth, thinking about last night and everything Lexi said to me.