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Drago Sisters Bakery, so I
stopped there and got her an assortment of goodies. It was a little
out of the way, but she’s definitely worth it.
Right now, I’m waiting for her to get done
with her client. I think it’s cool that she’s still tattooing, even
though she’s training for something totally different as a career.
It’s great that Stella was able to set her up with Zane. His mom
may be one of the founders of the Society, but he’s still pretty
famous in his world, so taking on a new intern had to upset his
schedule a little.
I should’ve asked Matisse what her schedule
was like today, because I’ve read about 100 pages in the new Harlan
Coben novel on my phone already. I’m thinking about checking in
with the guy at the front desk when a girl sits next to me, even
though there are plenty of empty seats at the moment. I say “girl”
because she looks like she’s barely eighteen. I shift away a
little, but she leans in closer.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” I tell her, and then look back at
my phone.
“These are nice,” she says, squeezing my
right biceps.
I push her hand away and stand up, switching
Matisse’s pastry box to the seat in between us as I sit again. I
changed into a tank top, cargo shorts, and leather thong sandals
before I came here as a surprise for Matisse, not so some teenager
would touch me.
“Ooh, what’s in the box?”
“Various things.” I don’t have enough brain
energy for this.
“Can I have one?”
“No.” Hell to the fucking no, actually, but
I’m still trying to be polite.
“Why not?”
“They’re for my girlfriend.”
“She won’t mind.”
“Oh yes, she will,” Matisse says, walking
over and straddling me.
I didn’t see her come out, but I couldn’t be
happier right now, and not just because she’s showing more skin
than she’s covering in another loose tank and jean shorts, this
time paired with fishnet stockings and red shiny shoes. I place my
hands on her hips and smile as she leans over to open the box.
“I only share my treats with him,” she tells
the girl, picking up a cream horn and putting it in front of my
mouth.
I lean forward and take a bite. She eats the
rest, getting some cream on her fingers. I take her hand and move
it to my lips, licking it all off. Once I’m done, she leans over
and kisses me hard.
“Wow! Real classy.”
I hold Matisse down as she starts to get off
my lap. “She’s not worth it.”
“You’re right. Have you been waiting
long?”
“I’ve been here for a little while. I caught
up on some reading.”
“I’m sorry, Doc.”
“You’re a doctor?” the girl asks, but I
ignore her.
“I don’t mind waiting for you. Are you
taking your break now?”
“Yep. I just have to clean up my station
first.”
“Excuse me, but I’m waiting for a tattoo.
You can’t take a break,” the girl says.
“You don’t have an appointment with me, and
you’re not my boss.”
“I could make things
difficult for you. For both of you.”
This time I don’t stop Matisse when she gets
off my lap. “Are you threatening us? Because I am more than happy
to throw down with you, right here and now.”
“You can’t fight me!” Why is this idiot
standing up? Sit down little girl, just sit your ass back down.
“Can’t I?”
“What the fuck is going on out here?” Zane
asks, making an appearance.
“You’re Zane,” the girl says, swaying a
little. If she faints, I’ll have to help her, but until then, she’s
on her own.
He rolls his eyes, and looks at Matisse. “Is
this chick messing with you, M?”
“You’re asking her what happened?” the
girl screeches.
“I asked the world in general, but no one
answered, so yeah, I’m asking my employee and friend why you’re out
here making a scene.”
“I insist you listen to me first.” Did she
really just stomp her foot? I think she did.
Zane looks at Matisse, who shrugs and rolls
her eyes. “Okay, go ahead and tell me.”
“I was out here talking
stopped there and got her an assortment of goodies. It was a little
out of the way, but she’s definitely worth it.
Right now, I’m waiting for her to get done
with her client. I think it’s cool that she’s still tattooing, even
though she’s training for something totally different as a career.
It’s great that Stella was able to set her up with Zane. His mom
may be one of the founders of the Society, but he’s still pretty
famous in his world, so taking on a new intern had to upset his
schedule a little.
I should’ve asked Matisse what her schedule
was like today, because I’ve read about 100 pages in the new Harlan
Coben novel on my phone already. I’m thinking about checking in
with the guy at the front desk when a girl sits next to me, even
though there are plenty of empty seats at the moment. I say “girl”
because she looks like she’s barely eighteen. I shift away a
little, but she leans in closer.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” I tell her, and then look back at
my phone.
“These are nice,” she says, squeezing my
right biceps.
I push her hand away and stand up, switching
Matisse’s pastry box to the seat in between us as I sit again. I
changed into a tank top, cargo shorts, and leather thong sandals
before I came here as a surprise for Matisse, not so some teenager
would touch me.
“Ooh, what’s in the box?”
“Various things.” I don’t have enough brain
energy for this.
“Can I have one?”
“No.” Hell to the fucking no, actually, but
I’m still trying to be polite.
“Why not?”
“They’re for my girlfriend.”
“She won’t mind.”
“Oh yes, she will,” Matisse says, walking
over and straddling me.
I didn’t see her come out, but I couldn’t be
happier right now, and not just because she’s showing more skin
than she’s covering in another loose tank and jean shorts, this
time paired with fishnet stockings and red shiny shoes. I place my
hands on her hips and smile as she leans over to open the box.
“I only share my treats with him,” she tells
the girl, picking up a cream horn and putting it in front of my
mouth.
I lean forward and take a bite. She eats the
rest, getting some cream on her fingers. I take her hand and move
it to my lips, licking it all off. Once I’m done, she leans over
and kisses me hard.
“Wow! Real classy.”
I hold Matisse down as she starts to get off
my lap. “She’s not worth it.”
“You’re right. Have you been waiting
long?”
“I’ve been here for a little while. I caught
up on some reading.”
“I’m sorry, Doc.”
“You’re a doctor?” the girl asks, but I
ignore her.
“I don’t mind waiting for you. Are you
taking your break now?”
“Yep. I just have to clean up my station
first.”
“Excuse me, but I’m waiting for a tattoo.
You can’t take a break,” the girl says.
“You don’t have an appointment with me, and
you’re not my boss.”
“I could make things
difficult for you. For both of you.”
This time I don’t stop Matisse when she gets
off my lap. “Are you threatening us? Because I am more than happy
to throw down with you, right here and now.”
“You can’t fight me!” Why is this idiot
standing up? Sit down little girl, just sit your ass back down.
“Can’t I?”
“What the fuck is going on out here?” Zane
asks, making an appearance.
“You’re Zane,” the girl says, swaying a
little. If she faints, I’ll have to help her, but until then, she’s
on her own.
He rolls his eyes, and looks at Matisse. “Is
this chick messing with you, M?”
“You’re asking her what happened?” the
girl screeches.
“I asked the world in general, but no one
answered, so yeah, I’m asking my employee and friend why you’re out
here making a scene.”
“I insist you listen to me first.” Did she
really just stomp her foot? I think she did.
Zane looks at Matisse, who shrugs and rolls
her eyes. “Okay, go ahead and tell me.”
“I was out here talking
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