B
Well, the canvas is gorgeous, no need to worry about that. It’s the personality you should worry about. On second thought, maybe you should chat with Raina. She can prepare you for my sarcasm.
Well,this should be interesting.
I add her to my schedule and give her my email so she can send over ideas of what she’s looking for.
Out on the main floor, Arlo is already working ontheir client. I catch their eye for a second, and they give me a thumbs-up. Seems to be going well, at least so far.
"Raina."
"Yeah, boss?" She twirls around in her saddle chair and continues to let it spin her around multiple times until it finally slows to a stop.
"Please don't call me that."
"I just like seeing you cringe when I say it."
"One of your clients reached out to me."
"Already? Damn, that was fast. Ijustfinished sending out the messages."
"It was someone named B. Like, just the letter."
"Oh, I love her!"
"Anything I should know?"
"Other than the fact that she's a slutty smoke show? And I mean that in the most respectful way possible, of course." She glances over at Arlo's client to check if he overheard her.
"I meant about the tattoo she wants."
"Oh, it’s super cool. I think I have some images saved for it." She starts tapping away on her tablet. "I never did get around to sketching it. She was a last-minute addition to this week's schedule after I had a cancellation. Which, now here I am, canceling on everyone. I should have just kept this week open. I'm so stupid."
I don’t bother responding to her self-deprecation. "Find them?"
A few more taps. "Yep. Here they are."
I grab the tablet from her outstretched hand and start scanning through the messages. "Sounds cool." I hand it back to her. "She's probably sending me the same stuff, just wanted to see what your conversation with her was like and if you made any progress on the design yet."
"Nope, it's all yours."
I start to walk away.
"Thanks again," she yells after me.
I turn my head back and say in the most sarcastic voice I can muster, "You're welcome."
Chapter Three
B
When Raina messaged me earlier today to tell me about her surgery, I didn't need to go look at the profile of her suggested replacement. Of course, I've already stalked him. He's one of the shop owners, and he happens to be fine as fuck. That is, if you're into men with tattoos all over their chiseled bodies who look like they harbor a few dark demons.
I’ve been on a little bit of a dry spell with men recently. Since Fia moved in, we’ve been hooking up a decent amount, and outside of the apartment, I’ve been mostly flirting with women. I’m overdue for some good dick.
Mmmm, what I wouldn’t give to have those ink-covered hands all over my body. I imagine they’re strong and talented since he uses them every day. I also bet he's got a kinky side. Fuck, I hope he does. I'd let him tie me up and call me a good girl.
"Shit!”
