Page 32 of Falling in Love with Two

I get a text from Luanne.

Your four o’clock is here.

Thanks for the update.

Amy walks back toward her office, and I head to the waiting room. What the hell is Dylan doing here? Does he think I’m going to give him a booty call or something.

Well, he does have a nice tongue.

I shake my head and try to focus on anything besides that tongue.

When I get to the waiting room, he sits in one of the chairs with his large arms crossed over his chest.

“Michael?” I ask while pursing my lips together.

The second he sees me, he gives me a big smile. And there are the dimples. Damn those dimples. They make me want to let down my guard.

But I’m not nearly that naïve.

He stands up to follow me back to the room.

The moment we get inside, and I shut the door, I spin around to face him. “Why the hell are you here?”

“Okay, before you kick my ass, just listen.”

“Go on.”

“I didn’t come here just to be a creepy stalker or something. I figured the other night, you and I had a bet. If you wouldn’t have thrown it, I would’ve been holding up my end of the bargain. I’m a man who always pays his debts.”

“How very noble of you,” I say with a heaping dose of sarcasm. “But it was just a drunken bet. I didn’t expect you to actually let me tattoo you. We were hammered. Last time I got drunk, I announced I was going to buy a raccoon. Doesn’t mean that I actually did it.”

He thinks for a moment. “You look like the type who would have a raccoon as a pet.”

“I know! They’re adorable and look like little bandits. But that’s not the point. The point is—”

“Leah, I get your point. The truth is that I’ve been thinking of getting some ink for a while now. I saw your work on your website and liked it. And you know, I can clear my conscience.” He gives me a wink.

This whole thing is still weird to me, but considering the fact that I need to make some quick cash, I decide to just go with it.

“Do you have any idea what you want?” I ask.

“Not really,” he says. “What do you see the most of?”

“Honestly, I get a lot of everything. What kind of stuff are you into?”

He thinks for a moment. “I love watching movies.”

“What kind of movies? Like porn?”

His deep laugh fills the room. “Sure, I like porn. But I was talking more about regular movies. I’ve got a pretty big collection.”

“Hm. Alright,” I say, grabbing some paper. “Where do you want it?”

He points to one side of his chest. “I think right about here.”

I start sketching out a design. As my hand furiously moves over the pad, I begin to speak. “You know, usually, if you don’t know what you want, you come in first for a consultation. Then, you come later for the tattoo.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “So, you’re saying you want to see me again?”

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