Page 9 of The Blue Rose
He finally takes the seat next to me, “Why not?”
“What if one day you wake up and hate the art on your body, or you’re not the same person you were five years ago? Sure there’s coverups, or lasering it off, but the same problem, what if you hate it, and lasering, I’ve been told hurts more then the tattoo itself.”
His head rests on his hand as he stares and listens to me ramble on.Shut up Serena.“Plus the pain of the tattoo itself, I don’t know if I can endure that torture.”
He lifts off his hand, “If you add pleasure to the mix, then the sting of the tattoo is drowned out by the pleasure.”
“So you want me to either fuck the artist, or fuck myself while I get tattooed?” Something in his eyes sparkles at that.
“I can give you the tattoo.” That makes me spit out my drink, completely taken back from his words. Full on spray lands all over the bar top, creating a mess, making the bartender comeover and grumble at me while cleaning it up.Does he want to please me or watch me touch myself?
“Sorry,” I whisper. He walks away, without sparing me another glance. “That was rude.” I turn back to the sinful man sitting next to me and see he’s glaring daggers at the bartender and his knuckles are starting to turn white. I do the only thing I can think of and place my hand gently over his fists, startling him. He pulls back, which makes me do the same and this time I’m apologizing to him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you without permission, you just looked so angry, so I was trying to help.”
“Don’t apologize ever, to me or anyone else.” He says in a threatening voice.
“I’m sorry?” I ask, turning my head, “That wasn’t an apology, that was me asking what you mean.”
At that he chuckles and leans in, the sound coming from his voice has me clenching my thighs. “Never apologize for being who you are, that asshole will be the one sorry when karma gets him later.” He glances back at the bar keep and then back to me, “and don’t apologize for touching me, I was just shocked, quite literally when your skin met mine.”
Then I think about it, I didn’t realize it at first but when I touched him I did feel a spark. A small one, that I brushed off because I was more concerned with how he was feeling at the moment then feeling at all. “I felt it too.” I breathe.
His eyes pierce straight through me, to my very soul it feels like. I want to look away, but I can’t. I feel magnetized to him, and I don’t even know his name. “What’s your name?” I ask robotically.
“Aster, and yours?” He asks back in that same hypnotized voice.
“Serena.”
“Serena,” He says my name, like he’s tasting every letter. I watch as his lips plump out at the beginning and open slightly at the end. Now my eyes won’t leave his lips, and I find myself wanting to lean in and kiss him. He must have the same idea, because he’s staring at my lips, and leaning in too. The music and voices around us drowned out, like time itself has stopped, and it’s just us, here in this moment.
When he’s a breath away from tasting me, he clears his throat, leans back and taps the bar, gaining the bartender's attention.Ouch.Guess we weren’t thinking the same thing. “Another mule for this beautiful woman.”
Beautiful, but won’t kiss me, got it.
The bartender looks at me and says, “Her?”
If looks could kill, the bartender would’ve dropped dead in an instant. He shuts up, immediately spinning on his heel to get me another glass.
Just one look and this man has this asshole of a bartender just about pissing his pants.I want to be in his pants later.What is wrong with me?Maybe it is the fact that I haven’t been with anyone since my mothers passing five years ago. I haven’t even thought about having sex with anyone, but this man, just by breathing, he awoke the parts of me that have been sleeping for so long.
Stirring me from my thoughts by tapping the bar he asks, changing the subject. “So, Serena, come here often?”
That elicits a laugh from Jess who is sitting behind me, causing him to look at her as if finally noticing I’m not alone. He stares daggers at her, his eyes looking like a black pit of death, making the laughing cease, bringing his attention back to me.
I can’t believe he just glanced at her, men are usually falling at her feet.Am I dreaming?If I am, this is a dream I never want to wake up from. “Smooth transition to change the subject,” I tease.
My boldness has his eyebrows raising, and then a small grin crosses his beautiful face. “Are you talking about me giving you a tattoo, and distracting you from the pain?”
Didn’t think he would admit to that so quickly, honestly thought he would try to change the subject again. Girls got to shoot her shot, so I played into it, laying my hand on the bartop and leaving my fingers inches from him. If he wanted to, which I hope he does, he could touch my hand lightly and even interlock our fingers. “How would you distract me from the pain?”
He looks down at my palm, bringing his fingers closer, almost as if he can’t stop himself. His fingers are centimeters from mine, making me hold my breath waiting for the moment they touch, but that moment doesn’t come. Leaning in he whispers, “I make my little lambs scream, are you going to scream for me little lamb?
Yes, God yes.His confession has my mouth going dry, and my panties soaking wet. “If I’m a little lamb, does that make you a fox?”
Shock registers on his face, but it’s so quick if I wasn’t staring so hard at him I would have missed it, then he grins sinfully and says “We have all of tonight to find out.”`
I shift in my seat trying to get some release off of the pressure building low. A blush starts heating up my face, and I know he sees it because he looks at me and smirks. I probably look like a tomato, anytime I blush or get embarrassed, my whole face turns red, not just my cheeks. You can never tell which emotion I’m feeling, but I have a suspicion Aster knows exactly what I’m feeling. I blame my mother, I got her pale complexion making me burn, instead of tan in the summer. I usually stay in doors anyway, I prefer the cold to the heat, always have.
Jess clears her throat behind me, reminding me we’re not alone.
