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“What’s the plan today?” Arya asks, sipping her coffee.
Her long, wet blonde hair is causing drops of water to run down her bare arms. Unlike Fay, Arya is a walking advertisement for my talent. She’s gorgeous with her long blonde hair, full lips, fake tits, and body of a porn star. She has a black and gray sleeve on her right arm, from her shoulder all the way onto her hand. Intricate flowers that dance down her arm. She wanted black and gray and I wasn’t thrilled at first because I love color, but she’s not the colorful type of girl. She also has two very simple turtle doves on each clavicle and one bright red heart on her lower right stomach. She says when she finds the man of her dreams, she’ll get the second red heart on the left side.
That’s my plan with the Swallow on my clavicle. One day I hope to find someone who will fill up the other side.
I guess that’s one thing we all have in common — still looking for the right guy.
He’s out there, I’m just not sure he’s in New York.
“How about lunch and shopping? I need some new work clothes,” Fay says, washing her coffee mug.
“Still trying to impress your boss?” Arya asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
Fay spins around, placing her soapy hands on her hips. “I’m not trying to impress him for the millionth time.” She shakes her head walking toward her room. “I’m gonna go get ready,” she whispers.
I sigh, taking a sip of my coffee as I stare at Arya. “Why do you do that shit to her? You know how she is. Stop pushing her buttons all the time,” I say.
She leans her arms on the island counter that separates the dining area from the kitchen and smiles. “But she makes it so easy.”
“You’re such a bitch,” I say, laughing.
“Seriously though, that boss of hers is a blind asshole. If he hasn’t realized by now how amazing she is, why is she wasting her time?” she asks.
I take a sip of my coffee and sigh. “It’s not our business.”
She shakes her head and stands up straight. “Fine but let's help her find some sexy things that will drive him crazy anyway.”
I laugh as she heads toward her bedroom to get ready. I finish off my coffee and decide to get ready too.
Once we are all ready, our unlikely crew walks the streets of New York window shopping, laughing, and enjoying being together.
We find a few outfits for Fay. She rejected everything Arya showed her, and I had to fight a laugh each time.
It’s been a great day. Just the relaxing fun I needed after a long week of work. We’re now waiting for a table at one of our favorite restaurants in the neighborhood. It’s a bar and grill that we spend probably too much time at.
“This place gets busier every week,” Fay says, looking around at the large crowd.
“Yeah, but damn look at all the men,” Arya replies.
I laugh looking around. Arya isn’t wrong. The place is filled with sexy men and a lot I’ve had as clients. Seeing my tattoos out in the wild is something that will never get old. It’s such an amazing feeling seeing my artwork healed and looking fabulous.
I’m distracted looking at the tattoos that are on display when Arya shoves into me.
“Hey, what the hell,” I say, glancing at her.
Unfortunately, it isn’t her I see. “Seriously? You’re so fucking juvenile you need to push into my friends?”
Corbin grins and leans against the wall. “That was an accident, princess. I was about to apologize, but seeing how worked up it’s gotten you, I’m gonna save it.”
Princess. I fucking hate when he calls me that. He has this idea that I’m some spoiled brat and it couldn’t be further from the truth. He has no idea what my story is and how hard I’ve worked to get where I am.
I’m the goddamn Queen.
But I’ll never allow him to know he gets the best of me. I smile and give him a wink. “If that’s the kind of thing you think gets a woman worked up, you have a lot to learn.”
Arya and Fay laugh beside me, but Corbin finds no humor in my comment. His eyes narrow and that rage I’m all too familiar with collides with my eyes.
“Princess, jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he says, walking away when someone calls his name.
