Page 24 of Pelvic Flaws

I know, the Suffragettes would be turning in their graves while Germaine Greer made a voodoo doll of me, but at forty-five-years-old, I liked male attention. I didn’t get it that often, so if a man looked at my boobs or whistled at me, I was a happy woman.

“Oh he was.”

Mandy moved in front of me and stood still, looking at my twins, as Carl used to refer to them – which I wasn’t so keen on.

“Let’s have a gander and make sure they were looking perky for him,” she said.

With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I stood and let her examine me. When Mandy’s face dropped, I took a step back.

“What?” I asked.

“He definitely was looking in that area,” she replied, circling her finger as though scooping the cream out of the bottom of a cup of frothy coffee. “I’m just not sure if he’d have liked what he saw.” She nodded towards my chest.

I looked down and groaned, remembering that the only t-shirt I could find, which covered by belly and arse, had been made to wear to my friend Penny’s hen weekend. As Penny was forty-nine and had no inhibitions whatsoever, mine and the rest of the hen’s attire had been entirely unsuitable.

“Oh shit,” I groaned. “It’s dark in the class, I didn’t expect anyone to see it. Why didn’t I just put my bloody hoodie on when we left?”

Mandy shrugged. “No idea, but he may decide to find out if it’s true or not.”

She started to laugh and I couldn’t help but join in. If nothing else, Dex might be intrigued and call me instead of just texting the tattoo pictures for Isaac. After all, who wouldn’t be interested in a woman whose t-shirt said, Loose Lips Give Crap Blowjobs.

Dex

After my session at the gym, I’d gone back to Heaven & Ink expecting to feel ready and rarin’ to go, but I wasn’t. I was feeling as agitated as a whore in church. Pounding the treadmill and lifting some weights had done nothing to help. My client had been pretty quiet, thankfully, because I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I was all about the thinking during their hour and a half session.

“You okay, boss,” Scarlett asked, as I looked through the appointment book.

“Yeah, just seeing how busy we are next week.”

I’d been considering taking some days off, maybe give my buddy Ronnie a call and travel up to Scotland to see him and do some fishing. We were full to bustin’ though and I liked to be around when we were, just in case one of the guys took sick and I had to step in.

“Debbie called you again,” Scarlett said, clearing her throat. “Told her you were at the gym.”

I looked up to see her watching me thoughtfully. What the hell was it with the people I employed? They thought me paying their paycheck meant they were entitled to interfere in my life.

“What?”

“It’s just that’s the second time she’s called.”

“And it’s the second time I’ve been out. You want me to sit by the phone waiting for her to call every day?”

“No,” Scarlett said with a pout. “But I would expect you to call her back after the first call.”

“It ain’t your business to expect anything, Scarlett. I’ll call her when I get time.”

“All I’m saying is, it’s not like you not to call her back. Have you had a row?”

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “No, but I’ll have one with you if you don’t keep your nose outta my business.”

Scarlett rolled her eyes and snatched the appointment book from me. “Whatever,” she muttered, as I walked away, back to my office.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jethro asked, appearing from his room. “You’re a little grumpy today. I thought a session in the gym usually cleared your head.”

“Yeah, it does,” I replied, pushing open my office door and walking in. “It doesn’t stop my staff messing with my business though.”

Jethro followed me and closed the door behind him.

“You know she likes to mother us all. She even brought Nate a food bag in today because she doesn’t think he’s eating properly.”

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