Page 17 of Pelvic Flaws

“I don’t know whether you’d say I was a big, hot shot.” I shrugged. “But I’m definitely a tattooist.”

“Have you got tattoos? Can we see them?” The youngest kid asked.

“Charlie,” Katie snapped. “Don’t be so rude.”

I watched as she swallowed, her eyes darting to look at me and then back to her son. Her breathing had got a little faster and I kinda liked how her rack was heaving up and down – because she had a pretty good rack, it had to be said. They looked real, which was a plus point in my book.

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling at Katie. “You think maybe you’d like a tat one day, Charlie?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, and Isaac is going to design it.”

I turned to Isaac. “Your mom tells me you’re pretty talented when it comes to art.”

Isaac’s steely eyed gaze shot to Katie. “You didn’t?”

“Of course I did, because you are.” She beamed at him proudly. “Dex saw my unicorn bag.”

“Mum,” he groaned. “I was like twelve when I drew that.”

Shit, that made the drawing even more amazing. When I’d seen it, I couldn’t believe the detail. I figured whoever had drawn it must have had some training, along with natural flare. To think this kid drew that at twelve meant he had some special talent.

“You should see his other drawings,” Charlie said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “They’re awesome.”

“Yeah, I’d like to.”

“Really?”

Isaac sounded unsure, but I meant it. As an artist myself, I was always interested in other people’s art, especially someone as gifted as Isaac.

“Yeah, really.”

He still looked a little hesitant.

“I tell you what, if you show me your drawings, I’ll show you my ink. I designed every one of them, even the ones in the early days.”

Isaac’s eyes widened. “I’ll be two minutes,” he said, rushing from the room, his insecurities forgotten.

“Mum, can I have a tattoo?” Charlie asked, full of excitement. “Can I have one when I’m thirteen?”

I turned to Katie, but she didn’t seem to have heard her son. She was staring at me, her mouth gaping open and her hands hanging loosely at the sides.

“Sorry buddy,” I said, laughter in my voice from the state of his mom. “You gotta be eighteen.”

Charlie shrugged. “Okay, but when I do, I want Isaac to design it and you to do it – seeing as Isaac says you’re so famous.”

I grinned. I liked this kid, shit, I liked both of Katie’s kids from what I’d seen so far.

“That’s a deal.”

Charlie smiled big and turned to Katie who was still staring at me. “You okay, Mum?”

Katie swallowed hard and shook her head as though dismissing something from her brain. “Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about something.”

I smirked, having a good idea what that thought might have been. I barely knew this woman, but I’d pretty much sussed out that she was an open book, that she found me attractive, and that her pale blue eyes reminded me of a beautiful spring sky. I also knew that my own attraction to her was pretty strong, despite speaking to her for the sum total of about an hour.

I liked that she was a little bit clumsy and had no filter on her mouth or how she expressed herself. Most of the women I knew would go out of their way to appear cool and sophisticated around me. They’d tell me they were attracted to me by sticking out their tits, or giving me the eyes, but I doubted any of them would stare at me trance-like or mutter about what I was packing under my boxers – if I wore any. No, this woman was cool and funny and I liked that.

This woman was all curves and soft edges, and I fucking loved that.

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