I finish washing my hands when I hear the door ding out front. I sigh because I’m dog tired and ready to go home, maybe drink a shot of Blaze Whiskey, and head to bed. The walk from the back to the front, I remind myself to put another ad out for help. We are in desperate need of a receptionist. I have no appointments, and Treyton and Dawson have already left for the day, so it leaves me to deal with the unwanted newcomer.
“We’re closed,” I say before I even walk across the threshold from the back to the lobby area. I stop suddenly in my tracks and as soon as I realize my mouth is hanging open, I slam it shut.
The woman standing in front of me is not the usual type we get in here. She’s an innocent. It’s obvious by the way the cardigan is buttoned all the way up to her neck. She has mid-length blond hair with the prettiest pink lips I’ve ever seen. Instantly, images of exactly what those puffy lips could be doing has my dick hard and my heart racing.
Her eyes are taking me in, and I swear she’s as stunned by me as I am by her. She takes a step backward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were closing.”
She turns to leave, and my heart plummets. There’s no way I can let her leave, not now when I don’t even know her name. Fuck that, I may never let her leave.
I reach out to stop her, wrapping my hand around her arm. “Hold up. I’m not in any rush. What can I do for you?” I ask her plainly, but even I can hear the dirty thoughts that are making my voice almost growly.
I take a step toward her, my hand still on her, and I pull her to me almost possessively.
She turns her head but not her body, which is fine with me. I swear her ass is cradled right against my cock, and I don’t want to lose that feeling. She lifts her eyes to me, and her voice is trembling. “A... tattoo. I came for a tattoo, but I didn’t think... I should have made an appointment.”
I should let her go, I know I should. I’m probably scaring the fuck out of her, but I can’t force myself to open my hand and release her... not until I know she’s not going to run.
“I can do your tattoo.”
She blinks in confusion, as if she’s trying to formulate what I just said to her. “But I thought you were closed.”
I smirk, smiling at her as my hand moves up to the base of her neck. I’m taking way more liberties with her than I should, but she doesn’t seem offended or put off by it. “I’d be a fool to let you leave without putting my mark on you.”
2
Gracie
He’s smiling at me. He’s so close, I can smell his manly scent, and it’s not any cologne or anything I’ve ever smelled before. I wonder if it’s just him. Whatever it is, I want to take deep breaths, inhaling him in, and I wish that somehow, I could bottle it and smell it later when I’m alone in my room tonight.
I can feel my face heat at the thought. His hand tightens on my neck, and I bite my lip to hold in the whimper. There’s a pull in my lower belly, and I can feel the moisture between my legs. All of this, everything that I’m feeling is new to me, and I don’t have a clue what to think about it or do with it. I should probably be indignant. At the very least, I should put some distance between us, but I don’t. I stand exactly where I’m at, my heart racing in my chest. “What do you mean put your mark on me?”
He’s staring at me, and I stand here, biting my lip.
He lifts his hand, and I miss the strong pressure around my neck. That is until his thumb wipes across my lip so I’m not biting it anymore. I suck in a deep breath and hold it. The need to stick my tongue out and taste him is overpowering, and I swear he’s waiting for it... maybe even hoping for it.
He searches my eyes. “A tattoo. I’m going to put a tattoo on you.”
I let out a breath remembering why I’m here, and the day comes back at me like a Mack truck. I pull from his grasp. “Yes, I’d like a tattoo, but I can schedule an appointment.”
He’s angry... maybe not angry, but he’s not happy that I pulled away. Well, I’m not either. I’m already imagining his hands on me and the feelings it will invoke on me. But my life is in shambles right now. I’m in no position to date... plus my father won’t allow it.