Page 17 of Spring Break Fling

“I don’t know. It’s just one of those fears I have. I’ve seen the shows.”

“What shows?”

“People showing off their bad tattoos,” she murmured.

“None of my ink ends up on those shows.”

By the time I finished wrapping Hannah’s tattoo with care, I was grinning like an idiot. She’d sat through it like a champ, even though I’d caught her wincing a few times. I wasn’t sure if it was the pain or the way I’d brushed my fingers over her skin, but either way, she didn’t complain. When I told her how to take care of the tattoo, she listened like I was teaching her the secrets of the universe. Good girl energy for days. Dangerous. Addictive.

Doesn’t every bad boy want a good girl to corrupt?

I stepped back to give her some space, which was harder than it should’ve been. “You’re all set. Don’t take the bandage off for at least two days. When you do, wash it gently and use the ointment I’m about to give you. Got it?”

She nodded, her wide eyes fixed on me. “Got it.”

I couldn’t resist leaning in a little. “Promise me you’ll wait until you’re home to take it off. No peeking.”

“I promise,” she said, smiling, and damn if it didn’t light up her whole face.

“And you need to keep it greased up,” I joked.

“Got it. No peeking, keep it clean.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words slipped out before I could stop them. She looked up at me like she was offended. She didn’t want to be a good girl?

It wasn’t long before the others were done. I cleaned up my station, readying the area for the next customer.

I tried to ignore the women but it was difficult with all their chattering. They were swiping credit cards and talking about going to the beach for their last day. That was when it hit me—she was leaving. There wasn’t going to be another chance to take her to my bed and finish my exploration of her body.

I didn’t usually care when the door closed behind a hookup, but this time it felt different. Watching her leave, I felt a strange twist in my gut. Not regret. More like anticipation.

Diego and Jessie were both watching me when I turned around. Jessie’s smirk was firmly in place.

“What?” I asked, tossing my gloves into the trash.

“Oh, nothing,” Jessie said, drawing out the words. “Just wondering if you’re planning to follow her back to wherever she came from or if you’re gonna be subtle and wait for her to come back to Miami first.”

“I’m not planning anything,” I shot back, but even I could hear the defensive edge in my voice.

Diego grinned. “You’ve got it bad, man.”

“I don’t have anything,” I said, brushing past them to clean up my station. “She’s just… memorable, that’s all.”

Jessie snorted. “Yeah, memorable enough to have you grinning like an idiot. Don’t worry, though. We’ll totally keep this to ourselves.”

“Shut up, Jess.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“Do you know where she’s from?” Diego asked. “Just in case you happen to take a trip and end up in her hometown.”

“I’m guessing Nebraska,” Jessie said. “She’s a corn-fed girl.”

I glared at them both. “She’s from Idaho.”

“Northern or southern?” Diego pushed. “There’s a big difference.”