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Authors: Tiana Laveen
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his chair and watched as she handed her paperwork to Angela, who in turn flipped through it, checking everything out. And then, it happened. Milan looked up at him, and the side of her upper lip curled into a slight smile, then that smile grew up into a full-grown grin right before his hypnotized eyes. A gold and red bangle slid back and forth along her wrist as she bent at the waist to sign another waiver. Soon, she would be over, so he stood and turned towards his equipment, placing everything just so, laying his irons, guns and works out like a surgeon. He could smell her perfume as she drew close. The scent reminded him of spring—light, airy, feminine with a touch of something Asian infused, like the blossoming bud of jasmine.
“Julian?” She uttered his name as his back was turned. He continued to set things along a silver and black tray and collected a pair of extra gloves and ointment, placing them into a money green satchel.
He looked casually over his shoulder at her, and winked.
“Heeey, how are you, Milan?” He turned his attention back towards his preparations.
“I’m good…a little nervous, but good.”
“Nothing wrong with being nervous. It lets you know that you’re alive. Since Angela sent you over, that means she questioned nothing in your medical history, so that’s a good start. As far as your anxiety, I can help you with that though. You can follow me in here.” He started towards the private back room that he’d promised her. Once they entered, he flipped the switch to reveal a bleached room, immaculate and sterile. Clean lines of silver, white and black made up the décor, as well as long mirrors, art work of beautifully inked women and men in sensual lip lock, and a CD player in the corner of the room with sticks of burning incense and candles all around it.
“Please, have a seat here on the table. Do you have the drawing with you that I did yesterday?” he asked as he perused the musical selections. “If not, I can get my copy. I left it at my work area.”
“Yes, I have it right here.” He heard a zipper and assumed it was her purse.
“What type of music do you like, Milan?”
“Um, I like all kinds… Something relaxing right now though, I suppose.”
Nodding in understanding, he decided to grab his iPod and hook it up to the system. He had way more selections to choose from there.
“How about some old school? Like Steely Dan?” he asked, looking back at her questioningly.
After he said it, he wondered if she even knew who Steely Dan was. Most of his customers didn’t, it seemed.
“Hey Nineteen…” She grinned as she gripped the folded paper nervously, twisting it to and fro like bike handlebars.
Girl, you’re messin’ with my heart… She fucking knows who Steely Dan is. Named a song, too…
He smiled with pleasure at her eclectic musical knowledge, which turned him on, got his blood pumping.
Steely Dan’s Greatest Hits began to play and he made his way back towards the beauty, stood before her, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at her like he wanted to eat her ass up. He knew what he looked like, and he just hoped she didn’t catch on. It was difficult to hide how he really felt; he tended to wear his feelings on his tattooed sleeves, no matter if those emotions were good or bad.
“How’d you sleep last night?’
“Decent.”
“That’s it? That’s all I get? No praises, gifts of gold and silver, a ‘thank you card’ that smells like your perfume?” He chuckled, flirting his fucking head off.
She was staring at him as she crossed her legs—looked at him as though she wanted something he had.
I have what you need…
He slicked the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth as she blushed and looked away. He kept flicking his tongue there, unable to reel the damned thing in until he surmised his mouth was getting dry.
“Actually.” She grinned. “The tea was really good, surprisingly good.”
“No need to be surprised. I
“Julian?” She uttered his name as his back was turned. He continued to set things along a silver and black tray and collected a pair of extra gloves and ointment, placing them into a money green satchel.
He looked casually over his shoulder at her, and winked.
“Heeey, how are you, Milan?” He turned his attention back towards his preparations.
“I’m good…a little nervous, but good.”
“Nothing wrong with being nervous. It lets you know that you’re alive. Since Angela sent you over, that means she questioned nothing in your medical history, so that’s a good start. As far as your anxiety, I can help you with that though. You can follow me in here.” He started towards the private back room that he’d promised her. Once they entered, he flipped the switch to reveal a bleached room, immaculate and sterile. Clean lines of silver, white and black made up the décor, as well as long mirrors, art work of beautifully inked women and men in sensual lip lock, and a CD player in the corner of the room with sticks of burning incense and candles all around it.
“Please, have a seat here on the table. Do you have the drawing with you that I did yesterday?” he asked as he perused the musical selections. “If not, I can get my copy. I left it at my work area.”
“Yes, I have it right here.” He heard a zipper and assumed it was her purse.
“What type of music do you like, Milan?”
“Um, I like all kinds… Something relaxing right now though, I suppose.”
Nodding in understanding, he decided to grab his iPod and hook it up to the system. He had way more selections to choose from there.
“How about some old school? Like Steely Dan?” he asked, looking back at her questioningly.
After he said it, he wondered if she even knew who Steely Dan was. Most of his customers didn’t, it seemed.
“Hey Nineteen…” She grinned as she gripped the folded paper nervously, twisting it to and fro like bike handlebars.
Girl, you’re messin’ with my heart… She fucking knows who Steely Dan is. Named a song, too…
He smiled with pleasure at her eclectic musical knowledge, which turned him on, got his blood pumping.
Steely Dan’s Greatest Hits began to play and he made his way back towards the beauty, stood before her, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at her like he wanted to eat her ass up. He knew what he looked like, and he just hoped she didn’t catch on. It was difficult to hide how he really felt; he tended to wear his feelings on his tattooed sleeves, no matter if those emotions were good or bad.
“How’d you sleep last night?’
“Decent.”
“That’s it? That’s all I get? No praises, gifts of gold and silver, a ‘thank you card’ that smells like your perfume?” He chuckled, flirting his fucking head off.
She was staring at him as she crossed her legs—looked at him as though she wanted something he had.
I have what you need…
He slicked the tip of his tongue to the corner of his mouth as she blushed and looked away. He kept flicking his tongue there, unable to reel the damned thing in until he surmised his mouth was getting dry.
“Actually.” She grinned. “The tea was really good, surprisingly good.”
“No need to be surprised. I
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