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Her hair swished around her shoulders when she nodded. “I want another navel ring. Two of ’em will be real sexy, don’t you think?”
I shot a look at Jag, who’d gone back to enjoying his tacos while the sounds of Lasso entertaining the teenyboppers filled the front of the store. “When you’re done with lunch, can you handle this?”
Jag nodded, trying hard not to smile. Everyone loved Jag. He was funny and nice, smart as fuck and got along with everyone. Except Sheena. She treated him like the white trash racist she was, but the truth was, she’d tried to fuck him and he wasn’t interested.
“I don’t want him to do it! I’m the customer and I want you to do it.” Arms crossed, she gave a satisfied smile as though that fucking settled it.
“Well you see, Sheena. It’s my shop and I reserve the right to refuse service to whoever I want. So Jag will do it, or you can leave. Now.” A quick glance at the clock in the tiny closet that passed for our break room and I knew my next appointment would be arriving soon.
Hurt flashed in her eyes but, the hard woman that she was, she replaced it with anger. “You’re not such big shit, you know, Golden Boy? You’ve been in prison for a long time and I don’t see any bitches knocking down your door.”
I laughed. “Don’t you worry about my door, Sheena. My door, my life, my bitches are none of your fucking business.”
Movement sounded in the break room as Jag finished and washed up before stopping beside me. “Are we doing this piercing or are you leaving?”
That was Jag, no-nonsense to his core. It would piss off a hothead like Sheena, but he was the kind of man you wanted on your side when shit went down.
“Ugh, come on then, I don’t got all day.”
“You mean you don’t have all day,” Jag corrected, chuckling when she let loose a string of impressive curses.
The bell sounded above the door and moments later, Lasso yelled out, “Boss!”
Sheena growled and Jag swore under his breath as Teddy walked in, looking hotter than fuck in an orange-ish pink tank that cupped her delicious tits perfectly, but her long legs were hidden by a long, flowing skirt the same color as her top but with big ass white flowers. “Teddy.”
“Tate,” she said smoothly, lips pursed slightly but when she slid those designer shades away from her eyes, they were lit with humor. “You ready for me?”
“Fucking slut!” Sheena’s shout brought all the noise in the shop to a screeching halt. “I thought I told you to stay away.”
Teddy arched one auburn brow and shot back a bored look. “And I thought I told you to take that up with whoever would be dumb enough to catch a cas
e of the herp from you.” She flashed a sweet smile up at me and then Jag. “You must be Jeremiah.”
“Jag, ma’am. What gave it away?”
She grinned. “Well the cowboy is over there turning two sweet girls to mush so you must be the organized one.”
“Not the black one?”
She laughed. “Obviously you’re black, but all I heard from chatty Cathy over here was that one of you was a cowboy and the other one was the logistical genius.”
“Genius, eh?” Jag smiled over at me and I punched him in the shoulder.
“Are you coming, Jag? I ain’t got all fucking day.” Arms crossed, Sheena tapped her foot to make sure everyone knew how unhappy she was. “Make sure you watch yourself bitch, it’d be a shame if something happened to that other leg.”
I stepped forward, ready to deal with Sheena but I didn’t need to. Teddy stepped closer to her, towering over the woman by at least five inches. “You better bring a fucking car because it’s the only way you’ll get me. Now run along before I get mean.”
“Damn, I want to be her,” one of Lasso’s girls whispered.
Teddy’s lips twitched as she stared at me and I swear, as cheesy as that shit sounded, I was caught in her blue gaze. “So, where do you want me?”
I took a long moment to appreciate the beauty that was Teddy Quinton. She was long and lean, but now her arms were sculpted and I knew her abs and legs were too. She was effortlessly beautiful and when she tried, she was goddamn stunning. “Sorry to tell you, Cover Girl, but I think you’re wearing the wrong clothes for this job.”
She laughed as I guided her to the first room past the register and slid onto the red leather seat. “First of all, there’s no such thing as the wrong clothes. Unless of course it’s acid wash,” she added a little louder than necessary. “Second of all,” she said and grabbed one side of her skirt and pulled it back, revealing one-mile-long leg. Her head fell back when I cupped her calf and let my hand slide up her leg. “You can work with this?”
I shrugged. “As long as you don’t mind having your skirt open like that for the next few hours.”
“Not like you haven’t seen it all before. Anyway, I do have on panties so there’s not much to see.”
