a little breathless. I’m pretty sure everyone else realized it too as they studied Harper and me like we were alien beings or something. I felt completely out of my element right now, outside I was a pathetic attempt at cool and calm, inside I was flapping about like a fish out of water. I certainly didn’t belong in a tattoo studio and I’m sure these men could see it written all over my face and if not my face then in my pale ink free skin.
“That baby brother of mine behaving?” Yoshi called out, breaking the weird moment of shameless gawking.
Harper grunted. “Hell no, but I’m sure you already knew that. It’s his first year on the tour and he’s loving the entire experience a little too much. To be honest, he’s kinda a pain in the ass.”
“Yup, sounds like China. He’s not satisfied unless he’s pissing someone off,” laughed Yoshi.
“Sounds just like someone I know,” I couldn’t help but murmur from Harper’s side. Yoshi and Marz both laughed loudly.
“Where’s Lacey?” Harper asked after giving me a quick slap across the behind that shut me up pretty darn quick.
“Lace, gear up, sweetheart,” called Marz as he turned and sat back down to his client. “You want some time in the chair, Harp?” Marz continued. Harper rubbed a hand over his newly clipped hair.
“If you got time.”
“Got a couple of hours, come see me when you’ve finished with Lacey.”
“Harper!” It was the perky singsong voice from the phone earlier and again it was far too animated for my liking. I turned to look at the tall leggy blond wearing a skirt around her butt cheeks and a skimpy little top exposing her jewel adorned belly button. Her breasts were proudly pushed up high, cleavage spilling out in unashamed fashion. Yep, a typical Harper skank, I thought as I rolled my eyes at him. He gave me a sheepish look before turning to face the troll.
“Chantelle,” Harper murmured uncomfortably. I somehow managed to appear unfazed, while I really just wanted to grab Chantelle’s perfect long blond hair and mess it up. To hell with that, I wanted to mess her up.
While I was seething in a heavily laced aroma of jealousy, I was sure she didn’t even notice me as she edged around the counter and threw herself into Harper’s arms. I have to admit that Harper’s return embrace was less than enthusiastic, but I still seethed in jealousy. It’s not like he could throw her on the floor and dust off the skank cooties or anything. The image that created did make one corner of my mouth twitch with wicked humor though. Instead of turning into the crazy bitter monster I wanted to be in that moment, I took a discreet step away from the affectionate embrace. Harper’s firm hand on my arm stopped me from getting very far though. Finally blow-up-Barbie noticed me, curiosity and no shortage of amusement crossed her eyes. She obviously didn’t feel the least bit threatened by my presence. Her long sparkly claw ran a trail down Harper’s chest and she looked up at him through her long false eyelashes.
“Maybe you could come round tonight, you remember how to get to my place don’t you?” Okay, now I wanted to damn well growl! Much to my amusement Harper took her greedy little troll hand and carefully removed it from his chest.
“To tell the truth, Chantelle, I was pretty wasted, I wouldn’t have a fucking clue where you live.”
“Hey, Harp, what’s new?” came another female voice from the back of the studio. This voice belonged to a much older woman and if Harper had slept with her I was officially in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
“Hi, Lace, how’s it going?” The woman appeared to be eyeballing Chantelle who had made no effort to move away from Harper.
“Chantelle, you wanna go order lunch for the boys?”
“Maybe Harper can come with me?” she suggested in a seductive tone with a little pout I think was meant to be sexy. I kinda wanted to punch her in that pouty mouth right now.
“Harp’s
“That baby brother of mine behaving?” Yoshi called out, breaking the weird moment of shameless gawking.
Harper grunted. “Hell no, but I’m sure you already knew that. It’s his first year on the tour and he’s loving the entire experience a little too much. To be honest, he’s kinda a pain in the ass.”
“Yup, sounds like China. He’s not satisfied unless he’s pissing someone off,” laughed Yoshi.
“Sounds just like someone I know,” I couldn’t help but murmur from Harper’s side. Yoshi and Marz both laughed loudly.
“Where’s Lacey?” Harper asked after giving me a quick slap across the behind that shut me up pretty darn quick.
“Lace, gear up, sweetheart,” called Marz as he turned and sat back down to his client. “You want some time in the chair, Harp?” Marz continued. Harper rubbed a hand over his newly clipped hair.
“If you got time.”
“Got a couple of hours, come see me when you’ve finished with Lacey.”
“Harper!” It was the perky singsong voice from the phone earlier and again it was far too animated for my liking. I turned to look at the tall leggy blond wearing a skirt around her butt cheeks and a skimpy little top exposing her jewel adorned belly button. Her breasts were proudly pushed up high, cleavage spilling out in unashamed fashion. Yep, a typical Harper skank, I thought as I rolled my eyes at him. He gave me a sheepish look before turning to face the troll.
“Chantelle,” Harper murmured uncomfortably. I somehow managed to appear unfazed, while I really just wanted to grab Chantelle’s perfect long blond hair and mess it up. To hell with that, I wanted to mess her up.
While I was seething in a heavily laced aroma of jealousy, I was sure she didn’t even notice me as she edged around the counter and threw herself into Harper’s arms. I have to admit that Harper’s return embrace was less than enthusiastic, but I still seethed in jealousy. It’s not like he could throw her on the floor and dust off the skank cooties or anything. The image that created did make one corner of my mouth twitch with wicked humor though. Instead of turning into the crazy bitter monster I wanted to be in that moment, I took a discreet step away from the affectionate embrace. Harper’s firm hand on my arm stopped me from getting very far though. Finally blow-up-Barbie noticed me, curiosity and no shortage of amusement crossed her eyes. She obviously didn’t feel the least bit threatened by my presence. Her long sparkly claw ran a trail down Harper’s chest and she looked up at him through her long false eyelashes.
“Maybe you could come round tonight, you remember how to get to my place don’t you?” Okay, now I wanted to damn well growl! Much to my amusement Harper took her greedy little troll hand and carefully removed it from his chest.
“To tell the truth, Chantelle, I was pretty wasted, I wouldn’t have a fucking clue where you live.”
“Hey, Harp, what’s new?” came another female voice from the back of the studio. This voice belonged to a much older woman and if Harper had slept with her I was officially in an episode of The Twilight Zone.
“Hi, Lace, how’s it going?” The woman appeared to be eyeballing Chantelle who had made no effort to move away from Harper.
“Chantelle, you wanna go order lunch for the boys?”
“Maybe Harper can come with me?” she suggested in a seductive tone with a little pout I think was meant to be sexy. I kinda wanted to punch her in that pouty mouth right now.
“Harp’s
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