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Chapter Thirteen
Afewminuteslater, Titus has everything ready to begin. He grabs his gun, dips his finger in whatever that stuff is that looks like Vaseline, wipes it across my finger, then turns the gun on. As it's about to touch my skin, the other artist walks up.
"Hey man, I'm out of here."
Titus pulls back and sets the gun down. "Alright man. Good work today. You have stuff scheduled for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, a chest piece. He wants to do it in one sitting." The guy huffs out a breath. "We’ll see if he can."
Titus lets out a little laugh. "Not many do, but one can hope, I guess."
"See ya."
"Bye, Cory."
He picks the gun up again. "Sorry about that. I always like to make sure I am giving my artists my full attention when they are talking to me."
His artists?
"Do you own this shop?"
"I do." He dips the tip into the ink, then gives me a cute little smile before dropping his head and focusing on my hand.
The first touch sends shivers up my arm, and every time he takes the gun away and wipes my fingers, the warmth of his hand ignites my core. I'm positive now that there is something wrong with me. It's supposed to be painful, not pleasurable.
"You doing okay?"
"Yup. It definitely hurts a little more this time. Kinda weird. I've never come back so soon for a touch up."
"Two weeks should have been enough time for it to heal. Maybe if we do something like this again, we will wait three weeks."
I nod my head. "Yeah, maybe."
We sit in silence until he's done, but it doesn't feel weird. It feels natural. Like I'm spending time together with a friend.
He cleans my hand, then rubs lotion on top of the fresh ink. He's moving over each finger in slow circles.
"Piper, would you want to grab some dinner with me after I get things cleaned up?"
I look up at him, and his green eyes smile back at me, the fine lines on the sides creasing, giving him a very debonair look.
You swore off men, remember? That was only like an hour ago.
Shut up, brain, this is different.
"Yeah. I would like that."
"Great. Give me ten minutes or so, and I'll be done. You can wait wherever."
I look around and decide to sit on the massage table that is still in his area. I pull out my phone and text Kelly.
Me: Titus asked me to dinner.
Kelly: You're going, right?
Me: Yes, I'm going.
Kelly: Thank God! He's really a good guy, I promise.
