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“I’m Jake,” he says, holding out his hand expecting me to shake it.
I don’t. I stand frozen in place.
He retracts his hand when he realizes it’s not happening.
Hunter chuckles, “She doesn’t like ugly mother fuckers.”
I gasp, “I didn’t say that.”
“Follow me, we’ll talk, only talk about that tattoo.”
Obviously, Hunter warned him about my skittish ways.
At first, I don’t move, so Hunter pulls me, “Come on baby girl. It’s okay. He’s only going to talk to you.”
He takes me into a room with three chairs but no tattoo equipment.
“There’s no equipment in here. Why?”
He plops his large form into an oversized chair, “We’re just talking. I would like to see the tattoo you have so we can talk about covering it.”
I glare at Hunter, “Can’t you just reuse the number?”
Hunter shakes his head, “You are fucking infuriating. We aren’t here to put a new number on you. This is about covering the tattoo for you.”
“May I take a look?”
I turn around and raise my skirt over my hips, baring my ass to both of them.
Hunter intakes an obvious sharp breath.
Jake is all business. He inspects the tattoo, removes my dress from my hands, and pulls it down.
I turn around and face him.
Jake rubs his chin, “I can suggest something but is there any kind of tattoo you’d like to have? Roses? Birds?”
I nod, “Yes, I want a butterfly. Butterflies are free.”
He nods, “I can work with that. I’ll use the numbers and incorporate them into the design. I can’t remove them, but they won’t be noticeable. It’ll look like part of the butterfly. When would you like to schedule it for?”
I sigh, “I thought you were doing it now.”
He glances at the clock on the wall, “I can if you give me a few minutes to draw it out. I want to make sure it’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Hunter grabs me and pulls me into his arms, “I’m sorry. I should’ve explained before we came here. I had no idea you’d freak out by seeing a tattoo shop.”
“I thought you were selling me.”
He kisses my forehead and cheek, “I’ve said it before, but I’ll repeat myself. I don’t sell women. I don’t buy women. I will never let you go. There is no amount of money that would make me give you up, baby girl.”
I rest my face against his chest, inhaling his scent, “Why the tattoo?”
“You practically have a branding done by a tattoo gun. I want to fix everything for you. I can’t take away the last ten years of your life. I can’t erase the pain. But this I can do.”
His words leave me stunned. As usual, words flow from me before I have a chance to filter them, “You’re the sweetest asshole I’ve ever known.”
