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I was even more delighted when the front door opened and Gia spotted me a few seconds later, leaning indifferently against theLamborghini Siánand waiting for her, arms folded with a rather grim expression on my face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, and in the next second stopped as if rooted to the spot. "And why do you look like that?"
I looked down at myself, letting my gaze slide over the dark shirt, torn pants, boots, and leather jacket, and shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about," I replied with a grin as I looked up again.
Just moving my mouth sent a new jet of pain through my skull. But that's why I had the bottle of painkillers in my jacket pocket, wasn't it?
"Didn't you say nothing would happen to you?"
"Well, my dick is doing great, and it's not affected by this," I said, waving my hand in front of my face.
Gia grimaced in response. "Well, as long as Little Dario is okay," she hissed, circling my car and opening the passenger door to drop into the seat. Yet I hadn't even asked her if she wanted to go for a ride with me.
I had apparently received the answer to the unasked question.
A little perplexed, I dropped into the driver's seat and started the engine. It surprised me she didn't even ask where I was planning to take her. She just slid into my car, trusting my decision wholeheartedly.
"You're not even going to ask where we're going?"
Gia shrugged her shoulders. "I thought I'd just go with it. After all, if you show up here unannounced, it must mean something."
Grinning, she grabbed the button for the radio, so that music resonated through the interior of the car at a pleasant volume.
I could only shake my head at her. She knew who I was and what I did, and yet she confidently sat in my car. What had I done to earn this trust? Surely it wasn’t because we'd ended up in bed a few times.
"Are you still willing to come with me if I tell you we're going to visit a tattoo parlor?" The appointment had been set for half an eternity and somehow I had come up with the idea of taking Gia with me. For her it would be boring. I, however, had an excuse not to have to talk to the tattoo artist.
The guy had a penchant for talking, and that was the last thing I needed when a needle was digging into my skin thousands of times.
Gia raised an eyebrow, which I only saw because I risked a quick glance in her direction. "Where else are you going to get a tattoo?"
Not an unreasonable question. Tattoos already covered most of my upper body including the back. There was no more room. But there were more places that were options for it.
"That depends. I was hoping you'd be my inspiration," I replied with another sideways glance.
I couldn't help but grin. The combination of the pain of the tattoo and Gia's presence would be sweet torture. Pure bliss.
Gia laughed out. "For me, my skin is virgin, I know nothing about that stuff."
"Then we already have an interesting basis. We'll just both get tattooed. You choose my motif, I yours." It was not just an idea, for me that was already decided.
Gia carried scars from our very first encounter, so it was only fair that I get a motif of her choice. Even if it was a spontaneous change of plans, of which my tattoo artist knew nothing yet.
She squinted her eyes and crossed her arms, as if she had to think about whether that was even an option at first.
I grinned. "You're not afraid of needles, are you?"
Gia snorted. "I guess you'd like that."
"I'd like to know if it has the same effect on you as it does on me," I said, already one step ahead. Any normal person would end a session when the pain reached a certain level. For me, that was the point where the session started.
The pain of the needle penetrating the skin repeatedly had the same effect on me as seeing Gia naked in front of me and knowing that her body craved mine.
I wouldn't tell her about that in advance, though. I wanted to let her find out for herself. That's why I didn't respond to her questioning look.
"So, what do you say to my proposal?"
"We have a deal if you don't overdo it. Nothing on the face. And nothing I'll be ashamed of in three weeks."
