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It also makes me realize just how long it’s been since that’s happened.
“You think this is something you’ll keep doing?” Fay asks.
I pull my attention away from all the hotness and smile at my friend. “No, I mean this is great, but I only did it for Arya. I’m a tattoo artist, not a club owner.”
She shakes her head and looks around at the crowd. “Good, you don’t need to get distracted with things like this,” she says.
What she really means is she’s glad I’m not going to give Arya another place to strip.
Before I can say anything, a walking sex fantasy drops his muscular arm around my shoulders. When I glance up at him, he gives me a small smirk.
“You probably don’t remember me but you tattooed me when you were working with J.R.,” he says.
My eyes slide from his to his arms to see if I can find my artwork.
“It’s under my shirt, gorgeous,” he says, tossing a wink.
The second he does I smile because I immediately remember. “A skull sinking his teeth into a heart,” I say, laughing.
His eyes widen as he searches my face. “Holy shit, you remember?”
“Of course, I do.”
How it didn’t strike me as soon as he spoke is beyond me. He flirted endlessly with me the entire session. As much as I wanted to act on it, I never would’ve done anything with a client. Especially one that J.R. allowed me to tattoo.
“Still one of my favorite tattoos,” he says, smiling down at me.
His dark hair and even darker eyes give him a dangerous feel and it’s making me wish he’d pull me out of here.
“I’m glad. Can I see it?” I ask, reluctantly pulling away from his strong arm.
He lifts his shirt and there it is, looking even better than it did. It’s on his chest, above his heart, and I’m not disappointed at the view.
“Is this a naked private party, princess?”
My head snaps up and my eyes collide with Corbin’s full of rage.
The guy, whose name I don’t remember, drops his shirt, and looks between us. “Oh shit, I was just showing her a tattoo she did for me,” he says, holding up his hands.
Corbin doesn’t even look his way. He keeps his angry gaze focused on me as he speaks. “Get the fuck outta here before I make you regret walking through the door,” he growls.
The poor guy moves so fast he almost knocks Fay over. I place my hands on my hips and raise an eyebrow.
“What the fuck? We were having a conversation,” I say.
He gives a humorless laugh and folds his massive, tattooed arms. “You’re lucky I didn’t toss his ass out of the way. What the hell are you doing here, princess? Can’t come up with your own ideas so you need to steal mine?” he hisses.
I laugh looking around at the normally bright shop. Arya thought hanging string lights around set more of a club mood.
My focus slides back to Corbin and I smile. No matter how intimidating he tries to be, I will never let it get to me. Seeing how it drives him crazy makes it so easy.
“I don’t need to steal ideas, that’s you. You’re the one who stole my design idea and told J.R. it was yours. Or have you forgotten how juvenile and petty you can be?” I ask.
He can accuse me of copying but he’s the one who has stolen my ideas, my tattoo shop location, my clients, and my time. I have no remorse for doing something to help my friend.
“You’re not going to distract me with your bullshit lies. Private parties happen at Sabbath not at Inkify,” he says, leaning closer to me.
I don’t pull back like he expects, I lean closer and say, “Don’t be pissed I always win, Corbin. It’s not your fault I’m better at everything.” I wave my arm toward the crowd. “Private parties included.”
