Bad Bad Girl

Rebecca nodded. She had to admit he was right on that count. Neely, Coley and even Kendall were cherished. There was not a thing their men wouldn’t do for them. It was obvious in every action. Those ladies were their men’s number one priority, and love exuded from their husbands’ alpha bodies.

“Listen, I’m not saying DD doesn’t have its flaws,” Sawyer said. “But it works for many, and I sure as hell hope it will work for me in the future. Love can be a real bitch. So, in my opinion, anything that can help it along is a good thing.”

He had a point. A very good point. Love was a bitch, and maybe it did need all the help it could get.

44

“All done for the day. I’m really amazed at how well you sit,” Sawyer announced, as he turned off the machine and squirted the paper towel with some astringent.

“It’s easy with you. You talking really helps pass the time. I really learned things today. Sort of opened my eyes.”

The cool wetness of the paper towel felt heavenly against her inflamed skin. She couldn’t help but release a small moan as he caressed her back gently, wiping away the ink and blood. He handed her her shirt and stood to assist her with it.

“Don’t wear your bra this time,” he said as he helped her sit up.

As soon as she sat fully up, her ears began to ring and the room seemed to fade into shadows. “Uh oh, I feel like I’m going to faint.” Her words sounded distant to her.

Sawyer quickly grabbed a bottle of water from his workstation and handed it to her. “Here, drink this.”

She did so quickly, not sure if she was going to remain conscious or not.

“Where’s your snack? Granola bar?” he asked, as he made a lunge for her purse.

She shook her head, regretting her decisions. “I didn’t bring anything. I haven’t eaten all day.” And, with those final words, the darkness won.

Rebecca woke up to find a cold rag placed against her forehead. She appeared to be lying down on the black leather couch in the lobby, and Sawyer was looming over her with concern in his eyes. She tried to sit up and take in her surroundings better. The reality set in that she had fainted, and she could have died of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Sawyer. I don’t know how that happened.” She didn’t know how she’d made it to the couch but could only assume that he had carried her.

“Just sit back and rest. Don’t try getting up.” He pressed a granola bar—one of his—into her hand. “Eat this,” he commanded.

He sounded annoyed. Or was it angry? Rebecca wasn’t sure.

“Thank you,” she said as she took a small bite, feeling self-conscious of her situation. So much for being a good tattoo client.

He handed her a water bottle and silently watched as she drank some and finished off the bar. It did seem to help, but her body felt weak and her head heavy.

“I told you to eat today. I also told you to pack a snack,” Sawyer began to lecture. “I warned you that this was going to be a long session. You sat in one spot for hours.”

“I know. Clearly I should have taken your advice.” She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

He squatted before her and studied her face. “How are you feeling? Do you feel like you might faint again?” He placed the back of his hand to her cheek, then her forehead. “You have some color back, at least.”

She nodded and tried to stand up, only to be shoved gently back down by Sawyer. “You aren’t going anywhere. Sit down and stay that way. I’m going to go clean up.”

Rebecca watched him head toward the back room and felt a sense of relief to have a break from his disapproving eyes. She repositioned her body so the plastic on her tattoo wasn’t pressing up against the back of the couch. Why hadn’t she eaten something? Passing out on the tattoo chair was about as amateur as you could get.

About twenty minutes later, Sawyer came back into the lobby, and she was feeling much better.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. He didn’t seem quite so annoyed now. Still concerned, but he didn’t seem to be simmering anymore.

“I’m good. The ringing in my ears has stopped, and my head feels normal again.”

“I have half a mind to spank you for not listening to me,” he said with a stern glare.

“What?” Was he joking? Looking at him, it didn’t appear so. He sort of reminded her of Caine when he got fired up.

“You heard me.” His stare never wavered in the slightest.

She swallowed hard, not sure what to say or how to process what he said. If she was being honest with herself, her pussy just pulsed and tingled with the threat.