I listen to the two of them exchange pleasantries, and I’m pretty sure B just showed Raina the tattoo I did.
“Wow, that looks awesome. I told you he wouldn’t screwit up.” She raises her voice to yell across the shop to me. “Kass, your friend is here.”
“Be right there.” Again, I don’t want to seem too eager.
Usually, I don’t have this hard of a time playing it cool around women I’m interested in. But something about this one has me tripping over air. It’s a strange experience, but not the first time I’ve felt this way. It reminds me of when I first met Daisy, way back in high school. I’ve always chalked up those unique feelings to me being a high school boy, but here they are again.
The guy whose calf I’m tattooing has been grunting and moaning this whole time, so I’m sure he won’t mind a little break.
“I’ll be back in five, okay? You need some water or anything.”
“No, I’m good. I’m just gonna lie here.”
I glance down at his face that’s resting on the chair and see that his forehead is covered in beads of sweat.
“Alright. Just relax for a bit.”
“Mhmmm.” The noise that comes out of him almost sounds like a whimper. I’ve found that it’s always the big tough guys who struggle the most with the needles.
I take my gloves off and walk over to the lobby area where B and Raina are chatting.
“Hey.”
“Hello.”
Raina fills the awkward silence that follows. “B showed me the piece you did. It’s healing up nicely.”
I hesitate before asking, but in the end I do. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Sure.” She lifts her shirt for me.
Again, she’s not wearing a bra. I know this because the height at which she’s holding her shirt flashes a sliver of herbreasts. It makes my mouth water, and I find myself licking my lips. Fuck, I hope she didn’t see that.
I duck down to examine the healing skin. “Yeah, it looks great.”
She lowers her shirt and smiles at me as I stand up straight again.
“So…my jacket?”
“Right. It’s in my office. I’ll go grab it for you.”
“I'll come with you."
Something gets caught in my throat, and I can't reply. The thought of having B alone in my office again makes me nervous, in a good way.
Luckily, Raina butts in to save me from my speechless episode. "I was actually just heading out. It was so nice to see you again, B. Hope to see you back soon." She pats B on the shoulder and turns to walk out the front door. She didn't grab her purse, her jacket, or her keys. Weird.
B clears her throat to get my attention. Right. The jacket.
I walk back toward my office, and B follows. As we pass by my client, I check to make sure he's still there and didn't bolt out the back door while he had the chance.
Nope, still there.
I open my office door and step aside to let B in first. She crosses my path, leaving behind a trail of her perfume that has my mind flashing back to when I had her bent over my desk. My dick starts to swell in my pants, and I have to take a moment to clear my thoughts before I follow her in. She doesn't notice, though, she's too distracted by the items hanging on my wall.
"Didn't get a good enough look last time?"
She doesn't bother turning around. "I was a little preoccupied."
