Loved With Color

“Sorry, ma’am. I am looking to speak to a tattoo artist.” I look up at the man who is standing in front of me. Oh shit! He’s so handsome. Like clean and handsome. Not at all the kind of man I am familiar with, not that I am actually familiar with any man.

“Alright. You’ve come to the right place. The Tattooed Vixen is here to help you with all your tattooing needs.” I swallow thickly. He is making me squirmy. He looks like the boy next door and entirely too good for me.

“This will be my first tattoo. I want to rebel a little before I settle down into what’s expected of me,” he says.

“Well, I don’t know too much about that. You should always do the unexpected.”

“I think you’re right…” he says trailing off so that I’ll give him my name. I smile and blush just a little bit.

“Shaynah Gilmore,” I say extending my hand to him.

“Blake Worthington,” he replies. When his hand engulfs mine, I shiver. His touch is somehow rough and gentle at the same time. I can’t help imagining what his touch would feel like on every other inch of my skin. I don’t ever think about men like this, but he makes my mind and my ovaries go into overdrive.

“Alright, Blake. Do you know what you want?” I ask. I know I can’t do his tattoo without Star or Felicity here, but I can get it drawn up for him.

“I have no idea. What would you suggest?”

“Tattoos are really personal, Blake. I suggest looking over these books over here,” I stay standing up and walking around the reception desk. He groans when he sees my body. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not, so I direct him over to the waiting area. “I’ll, uh, be over here if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” he says sitting on the leather couch.

He doesn’t look at me again and it hurts more than it should.

I should have known he was not for me.

I go back to my book since there is nothing else for me to do right now where Blake Worthington is concerned.

So why can’t I stop staring at him?

2

Blake Worthington

I knew coming in here today would be a good idea. Probably the best idea I’ve ever had. When I woke up this morning, I knew something needed to change. I’m burnt out. I figured a tattoo would be the easiest thing. I used my phone to look up tattoo places within twenty minutes of my place. The first one to pop up was this one, so I jumped in my Escalade and headed over. All the parking spaces were free in the front.

As soon as she looked up from her book I knew she was going to be mine. I can feel it in my soul. I sit on the leather couch looking through the books she set down, but nothing is jumping out at me. I don’t know what I want, but I am pretty sure I am not going to find it in these binders.

“So Shaynah, I think I am wanting something custom. Do you guys do that?” I ask her after walking back over to the counter.

“Of course. What did you have in mind?” she asks, grabbing a piece of paper from the stack on the table next to her.

“I am studying to be a doctor, but I know I don’t want anything to do with that. I’m Irish, maybe a Celtic symbol of some kind.” I hate how douchey it sounds when I say that, but it is the truth. Why did I even bother to say that shit?

“Wow. Really. That is so cool. So you are in med school?”

“I am. I have four years left.”

“That’s such a commitment.” Her bright blue eyes are shining as she looks at me. Fuck. I want this girl with every fiber of my being.

“It is,” I answer simply.

“Let me think about this. Can you come back tomorrow? I’ll have some mockups for you,” she says brushing her long black hair back from her eyes. God, I want her spread out on my bed, taking my cock more than I want my next breath.

“That sounds good,” I say grabbing the business card she hands me.

“My cell number is on there if something comes up,” she says shyly. I pound the card edge on the counter. I know I’ll regret it if I don’t ask her out now.

“Can I take you out to dinner tonight?” I ask.

“You wanna take me out to dinner tonight?” she asks incredulously.

“I do.”

“Um, okay,” she says quietly.

“Let me give you my number, you know, in case something comes up,” I say chuckling.

“Nothing is going to come up,” she says quickly.

“Don’t be so sure about that,” I say under my breath. She gasps then starts laughing.