Chapter Two
The tattoo lasted long into the night. Dale and Max left around midnight while Trey continued to work. The client wanted it done and completed in one sitting. Trey didn’t mind. He’d given her the spare bedroom to rest up and so he could check the state of the tattoo in the morning. By six in the morning, he was exhausted, hungry, and in need of something quick to eat to get his energy back up. He checked the woman’s tattoo, got paid, and sent her on her way with a list of instructions and contact details in case anything went wrong. Trey didn’t anticipate any problems.
Seeing his fridge completely bare, Trey saw no other choice than to go across the street to buy something.
Fuck, he’d been trying to avoid going to June’s place. All he did when he wasn’t working was think about her. She’d entered back into his mind, and now he couldn’t shake her presence.
Talk to her and get it over with.
Slamming his door closed, he saw several of the construction workers exiting her shop. They were all moaning on the way out. The heavenly fresh scents of bread and donuts assailed him.
He greeted the workers, recognizing most of them as they worked with his two buddies.
Fisting his palms, Trey took a deep breath and headed inside. It was busy, considering it was six-thirty in the morning. He heard June’s deep smoky voice the instant he walked in. She was laughing at something one of the workers said. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness. Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a note and waited his turn.
When it came time to serve him, the whole shop was empty. Clearing his throat, June looked at him. The smile in her eyes vanished.
“Hello, June,” he said.
His mouth felt dry, and his cock was thickening in his pants. She wore a hairnet, which bound those sexy dark curls together, but he was fucking horny.