Page 55 of Saving Me
“I have a client coming in any minute now, so unfortunately, I have to get back to work.”
“That’s okay. I need to run by the store and get a few thingsfor dinner tonight. I have a new dessert I want to try,” she beams at me.
“Mmmm. I can’t wait.” I spot her panties on the floor and pick them up. “Something to remember you by until I see you later,” I say, stuffing them in my pocket.
“I…I need those.”
“I need them more,” I grin, walking her to the door and opening it. “I promise to give them back later, but I can’t promise I won’t take them again.”
“Do you always get your way?”
“Yes.” I chuckle when she rolls her eyes at me. She stops when she sees my next client walk up to us. She nervously messes with her hair and smooths down her dress.
“Hi, Jenna. Ready for your tattoo?” The tall blonde glances at Lyla before smiling at me.
“I am. I can’t wait to see it all done. It’s not every day you get to walk around with Jake Montgomery’s art on your body. Too bad, no one but you and me will see it unless someone is lucky enough to undress me.”
“I should go,” Lyla says quickly. “I know you need to get back to work.” She rummages through her purse for her keys. I can tell Jenna intimidates her, and I’ll be damned if she feels that way a second longer. I broke one major rule today. I might as well break the rest.
Surprise flashes across Lyla’s face seconds before I pull her into my arms and kiss her goodbye. “Now you can go,” I say, breaking away. “I’ll see you later at home. I should be done around seven,” making it clear to Jenna and everyone else in here that we live together.
She nods her head as a blush stains her cheeks. “See you at home.” Just hearing those words come from her lips has me smiling like an idiot.
“Jenna, I’m going to walk my girl out,” I say, not breakingeye contact with Lyla. “Go ahead and get ready in the back, and I’ll be in shortly.”
“Okay,” she mumbles. Surprise and disappointment are clearly written all over her face as she walks away. No one has ever seen me with a girl at work, let alone kiss one openly.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” I take her hand in mine and ignore the grin on Trent’s face as I pass by him.
“Bye, Lyla!” He calls out. “It wassonice meeting you.”
“It was nice meeting you too,” she smiles at him over her shoulder as we step outside. “How many more clients do you have today?”
“Just two,” I say, studying her. “Jenna is just a client, and it’s strictly professional on my end. She’s a flirt, but she’s never crossed the line.” She avoids my gaze, and I can tell something is bothering her. “Tell me what’s going through that head of yours.”
“For starters, I can’t believe I feel jealous. We aren’t even together, so I have no right to feel this way when a beautiful girl flirts with you. You are completely free to do what you want.”
“I don’t see it that way. If the roles were reversed, I would be going mad, too. Besides, I prefer brunettes with eyes the color of my favorite drink,” I smile. “What else is bothering you?”
“Where does she want her tattoo?”
I knew Jenna was trying to get under Lyla’s skin when she said that, and I hate that it happened. “The side of her left breast,” I sigh. “It’s not sexual for me like that. I focus on the art and not the person in front of me. I’ve never once got hard giving a girl a tattoo. Now you, on the other hand…when I get you on my table, I have no fucking clue what it’s going to do to me.”
Her lips twitch as she suppresses a smile.
“I kissed you in front of Jenna for a reason. I wanted her toknow I was taken and have no interest in her. There is only one girl I want,” I say, closing the distance between us. “And hopefully, she wants me back, or I just made the biggest fool of myself in there,” I laugh softly.
“You didn’t make a fool of yourself,” she says, slowly shaking her head. “I’m the fool getting jealous for no reason.”
“I got jealous over Miles,” I laugh. “It doesn’t get more foolish than that. So are we good?” I tilt her chin up with my finger and bend down close to her lips.
“We’re good,” she whispers as I press my lips to hers.
“Good.” I kiss her once more before pulling away. “I’ll text you on my next break,” I grin, walking backward to the door.
“Bye, Jake,” she smiles.
