Page 19 of Pelvic Flaws

“Excellent.” Dex pulled the four drawings to one side. “Shall we say a hundred pounds?”

“Bloody hell,” Charlie gasped. “That’s twenty-five quid each, Isaac.”

“Language.”

“Shit.” Isaac blew out a breath. “A hundred quid, Mum.”

“Isaac, language.”

“Hey no,” Dex said, holding up a hand. “I mean a hundred each. I could use these as stencils. At this size I could pretty much charge double that, if not more, each time they’re used. Probably twice again if they have them in colour.”

The three of us looked at Dex in awe. He wanted to buy my talented boy’s drawings for a hundred pounds each.

“Well?” I prompted.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Language,” I said, barely above a whisper, still in a state of shock.

“It’s a deal.” Dex grinned. “Speaking of which, I said I’d show you my designs, but I gotta be honest, I’m not sure they’re as good as these.”

“Oh fuck,” I muttered.

“Language,” Charlie cried.

As Dex stripped off his shirt, I genuinely thought I heard a choir of angels sing and saw a shaft of light shine through the darkness outside and into my lounge.

There was only one word for what I was looking at – wondrous. He could honestly market himself as a tourist attraction and sell tickets.

With a tanned, firm chest that I’d caught a glimpse of in the pizza place, he looked like a man who most definitely worked out. His skin was smooth and almost every inch, up to his collar bone, was covered in tattoos. Both arms were adorned too, stopping at his wrists, and as he stood in front of the boys, answering questions about each design, with them listening intently, I couldn’t help but notice that there was no hint of undies above the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“Wow, what’s that one?” Charlie asked, pointing to what looked like three lion’s heads, all merging into each other.

“That’s for my family,” Dex explained. “The top lion is my dad, the lioness my mom, and then me, their lion cub.” He smiled softly at the top of Charlie’s head as he peered closer.

“These are amazing.” Isaac’s voice was full of awe and I’d never seen him as enraptured as he was at that moment. “You designed every single one?”

Dex nodded. “I even inked a couple of them myself.”

“How on earth did you do that?” I asked, taking a step forward to get a closer look.

Dex looked up at me and the beauty of his face almost knocked me over on my arse. He was bloody gorgeous, but talking to the boys about something he evidently loved, only added to his beauty.

“It’s not too difficult. Plus, I did them at the tops of my thighs, so they were in a pretty easy place. Hardest part was having to do them upside down. After the first one, I used a stencil.”

“Show us,” Charlie cried.

Dex cleared his throat and glanced at me. “Sorry Charlie, but I’m not really in a position to.”

I gasped, realising that I’d been right, he wasn’t wearing any undies.

“Why?” Charlie asked, frowning.

Isaac laughed and ruffled his brother’s hair. “Because squirt, he’s going comm-.”

“Okay boys,” I butted in. “Let’s let Dex get his shirt back on.”

“Can we come to your studio?” Charlie asked, as Dex picked up his shirt.

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