Page 17 of Watercolor Skulls

She is cute as all get out. I allow myself another little glimpse. Shit, she smiles at me. Two dimples greet me and guess what else they do? They wake my fucking dick up. No, no, no this isn’t happening. I’ve never, NEVER, had an inappropriate response to a client and I’ve had some pretty fucking hot chicks in my chair.

Lily reminds me of a Disney fairy. Her blue hair is piled messily on her head. Big brown eyes peek out from beneath lashes so long they brush her cheeks every time she blinks. Her skin is fair and flawless. I want to spank her just to see if fairy dust falls out of her ass. And, speaking of that ass, I think it would fit perfectly in my goddamn hands.

Jesus, I can’t help myself.

It’s like there is an invisible pull between the two of us. I wonder if she feels it. No, of course not. She probably thinks I’m an old man. Not that I’m old. Well, it depends on what you think is old. I’m only a year older than Dirk, not even a full year. Christ, I gave him and Jesse so much shit for their age difference. I didn’t get it. Jesse’s like a daughter to me.

But, this little creature, she makes me understand Dirk a little better.

“Where are you wanting this?” I ask.

She sits back down on her bottom, uncurling her legs. “Oh, I guess I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

I laugh. “Doesn’t seem like you’ve thought much about this at all. You hadn’t seen the design and you don’t even know where you want it. Is this your first tattoo?”

She blushes, her skin turning a pink color that makes my cock stiffer than it already was.

“Yep. I have virgin skin.” Holy hell. She walks her fingers down her arm. Then she peeks at me from under her eyelashes. “Where do you recommend?”

I lick my lips, thinking of all the possibilities. It makes my blood pump hot. “Well, that depends. Some people don’t want them visible to others, because of their job or other things.”

“I’m going to be bartending at Bill’s bar and I doubt he cares much about tattoos, seeing as he’s covered in them.”

Lord fucking help me.

She tips her head, watching my reactions with an amused look on her face. “But it’s going to be special to me so maybe somewhere more private.”

“Well, you could put it on your back but personally I think it would look sexy as hell on your hip.”

This makes her really blush. She covers her face with her hands.

“What? Don’t like either of those ideas?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just no one’s ever referred to me as sexy.” She drops her head to the counter with a thud. “Oh my god I can’t believe I just admitted that.”

“Hip it is,” I tease. “And for the record I think you’re sexy, tattoos or not.” I go back to drawing, excited that I’m going to get to see her hip. Wait, Jesse is coming back. She’s Jesse’s client I remind myself.

Lily’s phone dings. When she pulls it out I notice it’s a cheap burner phone. “It’s Jesse.”

“Is she on her way back?”

Lily is furiously typing a message, her eyebrows drawn together. “No, I’m telling her I’m fine and she should stay with her daughter.” She stops and looks up at me. “I mean if your free today that is.”

I shake my head yes and go back to work. Focus, you big dumb fuck. Focus.

When I’m finished I push the drawing in front of her. “It won’t look quite like this. I’m thinking of doing it as a watercolor.”

Her dainty fingers dance over the image. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, not taking her eyes off the drawing. “I don’t know what watercolor is, but I trust you to do whatever you think is best.”

My eyes fall closed. She is putting herself in my hands. Oh, what that does to me. This woman is enticing me into thoughts I haven’t allowed myself to have. When I open my eyes, she is staring at me.

“I’ll get this worked up.” I grab the drawing and take it to the back to make a stencil. My hands are shaking. Fucking shaking.

My cell rings, I glance at the screen as the stencil prints. It’s Jess.

“How’s Billie Rose doing?” I ask.

“She’s fine. It was just a scratch, but you never know. I would rather be safe than sorry.”

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