Page 102 of Pelvic Flaws

“I am not,” Katie said, smacking at my ass.

“Sure are,” I replied, giving her an ass slap of her own.

“Dex,” she said, with a little moan.

“Yep, thought so,” I laughed out. “You’re ready for home.”

“So you’re not coming back in,” Nate stated, joining in my laughter.

“Nope, see you tomorrow.”

“Night Dex, night Katie.”

“Night, Nate,” Katie replied with a little sigh and I knew we were going to have some great, angry, make up sex when I got her back to my apartment.

Dex

“Who does Topper have in today?” I asked Scarlett, looking over her shoulder at the appointment book.

“A back, two sleeve sessions, and a couple of quick wrists. Why?”

I blew out a breath. “He’s sick, so I’m gonna have to do his appointments.”

“He said he felt ill yesterday,” Scarlett informed me. “That was why he didn’t come out last night.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Can’t be helped.”

It was the last thing I wanted or needed, especially when the only place I wanted to be was with Katie. I’d left her in my bed when I’d got the call from Megan about Topper. Katie was still sleeping and I’d really liked the idea of a lazy Saturday morning in bed, but it wasn’t happening.

“Wow, the old man is adding to his VIPs.” Scarlett grinned. “Remember what happened last time you did that?”

Debbie was what happened. “Yeah and I won’t be repeating it. I have Katie now.”

“Well you say that,” Scarlett said, raising her brows. “But after last night, I think you might have to work on that. Nate told us that you had to carry her away. Good job Katie rang Isaac to tell him she was okay, otherwise he might have come around to your flat to check you hadn’t abducted her against her will.”

I thought back to what had happened the night before, and even though it had ended up on a real fucking pleasant note, if I hadn’t seen her leave, I could well have been banging on Katie’s door this morning. Katie had some real issues and I was not to blame, that fucktard ex-husband of hers was. The minute he married a much younger woman, he did damage to my woman. I knew they agreed to split and no one else was involved, but Carl taking up with a girl not much older than his kids must have smarted.

“Katie and I will be fine,” I said, turning to walk to Topper’s room. “You just worry about getting my appointments through the door on time.”

“Whatever.”

Mouthy little shit.

* * *

“Hey, Dex,” Scarlett said, poking her head around the door. “Your first appointment is here. It’s the back tattoo.”

She came inside and passed me the client’s file that included details of the previous consultation and the design that had been decided on.

“Thanks.” I held my hand out and looked up at her. “What’s the shit-eating grin for?”

“Wait until you see who it is.” Scarlett turned and practically ran out of the room.

Wondering what the hell she was talking about, I pulled out the transfer that Jethro had put the design on to for Topper. It was real intricate, not my kind of thing, but it was good. I wouldn’t normally use a transfer, preferring freehand, but this design was pretty specific to the client, so I decided to go ahead and use it. As I sorted through the inks and put everything I’d need on my cart, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I called, pulling a pair of synthetic gloves from the box.

The door creaked open and in walked…Sophie.

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