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just have to do this before I can pussy out.”
After tapping on her computer for a moment, she said, “The earliest I can fit you in is a month from Friday.”
I shook my head. “That’s not going to work. It has to be soon. Today.”
“We’re booked out this afternoon.”
“I’ll pay you double if you reschedule them.” I gave her a winning smile.
“I’m sorry, I can’t just—”
“Call them and tell them that I’ll pay for their tattoo if they take the appointment in a month’s time.”
“I’m not—”
“Please?” I cut her off and turned on the charm. “I really need to do this today.”
She nodded. “I’ll call them, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
Grinning that I’d at least won her around, I stepped back from the desk to let her do her thing. “Just see what you can do.”
She turned and headed into a small office to one side of the reception desk. A little less than ten minutes later, she came back with a smile on her lips. “Looks like you’re getting inked today.”
“Fuck yeah. How long will it take?”
“Where would you like it?”
“Between my shoulder blades.” Even as I’d looked through the designs, I’d settled on the position. I wanted it to be close to my heart but also somewhere I could hide it easily.
“And do you want that exact design?”
I shook my head. After seeing the design, I could picture the exact tattoo I wanted. “I want that and then a mirror of it alongside. I want each of the horses to have an initial on them and a date between them.”
“Facing inward or turned away from each other?”
“Inward.”
“What initials and what date?”
“A C and a P and the date is the eleventh of June.”
She took the design out of the folder and went to the photocopier. Within five minutes, she had a drawing of the two horses side by side, facing each other. Then she quickly stencilled in the initials and the date. “Like that?”
I smiled. She had somehow managed to capture exactly what I was looking for on her first attempt. “That’s perfect.”
“Okay. Give me a few minutes to set up my station.” She smiled.
Holy shit . The fact that she was actually the tattoo artist was kind of hot. Something told me she’d be wild in the sack. Only a few weeks earlier, I would have definitely tried for a post-tatt happy ending.
Now, I was a one-woman man. Or at least, I was trying to be.
A little while later, the tattooist came back out and led me into the back. She showed me her equipment, running me through her safety and hygiene practices. As happy as I was that it was all above board, I just wanted her to get going already before I pussied out.
“C’mon then, get your shirt off.” Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.
Meeting her eye, I peeled off my top with a smirk on my lips. Maybe I was a one-woman man, but that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate being admired.
“Holy shit, what did you do to yourself?” she asked, as her eyes raked over my ribs, taking in the dark blemishes that covered my left side and the yellowish ones on my right.
“Uh, well, it’s a long story.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got a bit of time.” She pointed in the direction of the chair. “Let’s get you comfortable and then you can spill.”
My heart started to race when she pulled her chair in close and turned on the machine.
IT WAS a little after four when I finally left the tattoo parlour with an aching back and a list of aftercare instructions. Although the tattooist had been a willing ear, I hadn’t told her everything. I’d told her enough to satisfy her curiosity without leaving her with enough gossip to sell as a story to Gossip Weekly or some other similar magazine.
As I’d talked to her about Alyssa, by hinting at a girl I was interested in, I’d come to the decision that I wasn’t going to show Alyssa the tatt until it had healed. At least that way, she’d see it in the proper glory rather than as the weeping
After tapping on her computer for a moment, she said, “The earliest I can fit you in is a month from Friday.”
I shook my head. “That’s not going to work. It has to be soon. Today.”
“We’re booked out this afternoon.”
“I’ll pay you double if you reschedule them.” I gave her a winning smile.
“I’m sorry, I can’t just—”
“Call them and tell them that I’ll pay for their tattoo if they take the appointment in a month’s time.”
“I’m not—”
“Please?” I cut her off and turned on the charm. “I really need to do this today.”
She nodded. “I’ll call them, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
Grinning that I’d at least won her around, I stepped back from the desk to let her do her thing. “Just see what you can do.”
She turned and headed into a small office to one side of the reception desk. A little less than ten minutes later, she came back with a smile on her lips. “Looks like you’re getting inked today.”
“Fuck yeah. How long will it take?”
“Where would you like it?”
“Between my shoulder blades.” Even as I’d looked through the designs, I’d settled on the position. I wanted it to be close to my heart but also somewhere I could hide it easily.
“And do you want that exact design?”
I shook my head. After seeing the design, I could picture the exact tattoo I wanted. “I want that and then a mirror of it alongside. I want each of the horses to have an initial on them and a date between them.”
“Facing inward or turned away from each other?”
“Inward.”
“What initials and what date?”
“A C and a P and the date is the eleventh of June.”
She took the design out of the folder and went to the photocopier. Within five minutes, she had a drawing of the two horses side by side, facing each other. Then she quickly stencilled in the initials and the date. “Like that?”
I smiled. She had somehow managed to capture exactly what I was looking for on her first attempt. “That’s perfect.”
“Okay. Give me a few minutes to set up my station.” She smiled.
Holy shit . The fact that she was actually the tattoo artist was kind of hot. Something told me she’d be wild in the sack. Only a few weeks earlier, I would have definitely tried for a post-tatt happy ending.
Now, I was a one-woman man. Or at least, I was trying to be.
A little while later, the tattooist came back out and led me into the back. She showed me her equipment, running me through her safety and hygiene practices. As happy as I was that it was all above board, I just wanted her to get going already before I pussied out.
“C’mon then, get your shirt off.” Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.
Meeting her eye, I peeled off my top with a smirk on my lips. Maybe I was a one-woman man, but that didn’t mean I didn’t appreciate being admired.
“Holy shit, what did you do to yourself?” she asked, as her eyes raked over my ribs, taking in the dark blemishes that covered my left side and the yellowish ones on my right.
“Uh, well, it’s a long story.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we’ve got a bit of time.” She pointed in the direction of the chair. “Let’s get you comfortable and then you can spill.”
My heart started to race when she pulled her chair in close and turned on the machine.
IT WAS a little after four when I finally left the tattoo parlour with an aching back and a list of aftercare instructions. Although the tattooist had been a willing ear, I hadn’t told her everything. I’d told her enough to satisfy her curiosity without leaving her with enough gossip to sell as a story to Gossip Weekly or some other similar magazine.
As I’d talked to her about Alyssa, by hinting at a girl I was interested in, I’d come to the decision that I wasn’t going to show Alyssa the tatt until it had healed. At least that way, she’d see it in the proper glory rather than as the weeping
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