Page 3 of Covert
What the fuck is Leana thinking?
The girl she brought in to replace her looks like a kindergarten teacher or librarian. She could not look more out of place if she tried. Our clientele is going to chew her up and spit her out.
But fine. If Library Barbie wants to play on the wrong side of the tracks, I'll let her. I think about the week we have lined up. The clients, the parties, and I smile. Yeah, she'll be clutching her pearls and quitting before the week's up. And if she's got more of a backbone than she appears and doesn't screw things up, I guess we can let her stay.
I start to regret letting Leana do the hiring. I just hate the idea of taking applications, conducting interviews, and calling people. It's not a terribly complicated job if you have two brain cells to rub together, and after a decade of running this shop, the front desk position is one for one of two types of people: idiots with zero ambition, and future tattoo artists.
Either way, people in the position last about six months before they get fired or leave.
I won't fire her for the way she looks. That's a recipe for a wrongful termination lawsuit.
Plus, I really respect Leana and would hate pissing her off. She lasted the longest with us, but after interning, she is a respected tattoo artist in her own right. We just don't have enough room in this building to add a fourth chair, so we lost her to a competitor closer to DC.
I eye her and this new girl, Nikki, on my way to the bathroom.
Sure, Nikki's large, innocent brown eyes are alluring. And even her large sweater can't cover the tight body she's trying to hide. And the modest length of her skirt had my hands itching to pull the hem up and see what lay underneath.
Would she wear white or nude undies? Completing the innocent schoolgirl look?
Or black or red lacey ones? A hidden, naughty side to her.
Or go commando? No. That's too risqué for Library Barbie.
It wouldn't matter. She'd be vanilla in bed, and I liked my women... anything but.
I bet she does it in missionary with the lights off.
She's not a virgin. I saw how she checked me out, how her pale cheeks pinked as she took me in. She wants me and knows exactly what she wants to do to me.
My cock thickens against my thigh at the thought of sinking into her.
I shake my head as I close the bathroom door behind me. Fucking creep. I cannot be lusting after our new receptionist. Especially not someone I'm going to have to see every day until she quits. Maybe after she quits, I can corrupt her.
Nah. She'd get attached too quickly. That's her type. A good girl. Someone who wants to settle down and raise a family.
Anger thrums through me as I lower my zipper. I'm pissed that I'm attracted to her. I'm pissed she's made me feel this way. And I'm pissed that I might have to fire her and find a new receptionist so soon. Leana and I are friends. Maybe she'll help me find a replacement after Library Barbie.
I'm pissed that I can't even relieve myself because of the swelling in my cock and Library Barbie's legs and curves and innocence.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Being somewhat of a local celebrity in Alexandria, at least amongst the tatted women, sex comes easily. I have no issues pulling chicks, and I get my dick wet as often as possible.
Maybe that's what's different about this Nikki. She wouldn't throw herself at me. She's prim and proper. And maybe a part of me wants to ruin her a little. Her perfect facade, her porcelain skin.
That has to be it.
Maybe I'll hit up one of my regulars.
But I will not fuck our new receptionist.
Chapter three
Beckett
The new girl terrifies me.
And that's saying something.
