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“None of them appealed to me.”
That’s what I though. He was just messing around...
“But I have something else in mind,” he adds then nods at me, “You.”
A nervous flicker cuts in me. “Huh?”
Straightening, Troy looks down at me. “I want your perfect face on my body.”
His words make me turn bright red and I take a step backward, nearly falling over my chair and I gulp, staring at him in shock. “Please, tell me you’re joking,” I croak but he shakes his head. “I forbid it.”
“My body, my money, my ink,” he shrugs and I turn fretful.
“Yes, but it’smyface!” I lower my voice. “And ink is for life. You’ll regret this.”
Troy puts his hands on the counter, leaning forward. “That kiss you gave me, it meant something.” He leans back. “And by the way, you said I can only stay here if I get a tattoo, and your face is the only motive I want so....”
I gape.
“Suit yourself.” I’m baffled but what am I going to do? Tackle and restrain him? He’s a grown man, he can make his own decisions and I lead him through the crowd, stopping in front of Jess. “Hey Jess, I have a crazy person here, looking to get inked.”
Jess fires a wide grin, dragging a hand through her purple Mohawk. “I love it when they’re crazy.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, gesturing at my visage, “he wants a tattoo of this.”
Staring at me for a moment, Jess tosses her head back then guffaws. She glances at Troy to see if he’s serious but he just winks at her as if everything’s in order.
“Hell all right, it’s his meat suit,” Jess says, giving her knee a clap, “I’ll freestyle the sketch and then we’ll get started.”
I nod, passing Troy and I still can’t believe he’s going to go through with this. I’m shaking when I walk back to the counter. I sit on my chair, dragging a deep breath then rest my forehead on my hand.
He’s not thinking clearly. What’s his future girlfriend going to say, his wife? And what about when his kids ask why he has the face of some random girl on his skin? I twirl in my chair and I’m distracted now, struggling to keep my notes in order and I glance at Troy from the corner of my eye. He’s looking at himself in the mirror, checking to see if he likes the sketch and inwardly I groan.
The tattoo is bigger than I thought and sits on his left pec.
This is going to be a disaster but Troy lies down on the stretcher and Jess happily goes to work. He doesn’t even grimace but takes it like a champ. At first his gaze is fixed on the ceiling but then he turns his head, staring straight at me. His eyes soften, until they remind me of smooth, buttery liquor and a breath hitches in my throat.
Heat licks between my breasts and my hand holding the pen, trembles.
Eventually, I look away but I feel his eyes on me the whole time. Feels like having a camera directed right in the face and he pays attention to every movement of mine. How am I even supposed to work if he keeps doing that?
I fumble with some papers then notice that Troy seems to be done. He rises from the stretcher, walking over to me, shirtless and tan and my mouth dries up faster than you can say desert. I swallow when he stops in front of me.
“What do you think?” he rasps, playfully flexing his muscles and my eyes go to my own face that’s now forever etched on his chest.
“That you’re not like other guys,” I breathe and Troy smirks as if he takes it as a compliment.
Jess patches him up and he puts on his t-shirt, crosses his arms and stands in the corner, as if he’s some soldier needing to hold down the fort. Jess glares at him, then me before rolling her eyes and walking away. My face heats and I clear my throat, gently letting Troy know he can’t stay here.
He fights me on it but when a male client walks inside but doesn’t dare come over and talk to me, because Troy is breaking his bones with his eyes, I have enough.
“You need to go, I mean it,” I murmur, “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“I’m a customer, I’m getting another tattoo,” he blurts, his eyes filling with newfound purpose and frustration makes my temperature rise.
“Of what? My body this time!”
“Sure, I’m thinking I could put it on my back...”
