Page 57 of Enticing the Fixer

Ann raises her eyebrows and gives me a once over. “Do you have any ink or piercings?”

“No. You know I don’t.” I look at her like she’s crazy. “Except for my ears.”

She flicks her fingers toward me. “Then, you’re a virgin. Not that it matters. You’re still my best friend.” She tilts her head to the side. “I’ve seen your new man’s tattoos. What else does he have?”

I glance away, so I don’t give anything else away as my heart skips a beat. The last thing I need is for Ann to figure that out.

Who did Leo’s piercing? How long did it take to get it done? Did he have to be hard to get the piercing? I cringe. How could you remain hard while getting a needle stuck in your dick? Was the piercer someone like Rissa?

My teeth grind together. He’d better have been flaccid. I don’t want to think about some pink-haired pixie wrapping her hands around his dick.

“He has a cock ring.” Ann grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Doesn’t he? How could you keep something like that from me?” She glances in all directions. “Spill it. It’s just us girls.”

Rissa crosses her arms over her chest. “Yes, tell us more.”

Oh, my God. Am I doing this? I’ve never talked about a man’s private parts in detail.

“Fine.” She’s not going to give up anyway. Not until I spill everything. “He has nipple rings, a Jacob’s Ladder, and a Prince Albert piercing.”

“Well. Well. Well.” Rissa grins. “Ribbed for your pleasure.”

“Did someone say Jacob’s Ladder?” A man with dark hair saunters into the lobby from a side door. His facial features resemble the woman’s features. “By the way, my name is Remy.”

Fuck my life.

This is what I get for sharing intimate details about my personal life. I don’t even know these people. “I’m not saying anymore. I’m a private person, and I’m uncomfortable sharing details about someone else to people he doesn’t know or hasn’t agreed for me to discuss.”

“Ahhh.” Ann’s face softens as she stares with sappy eyes. “That’s so sweet.” She frantically fans her face. “I’m going to cry.” Her eyes trail upward toward the ceiling. “Please, don’t cry.”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

Her head shoots down as she glares. “I’m not being dramatic. It’s not every day that my best friend falls in love with a good guy. A guy that has tattoos and kickass dick piercings.”

“Whatever.” I stomp away from her to stand in front of a drawing of a phoenix. It’s stunning. The intricate details and bold colors appear to move as if the bird is breathing.

“That’s some of Maverick’s work.” Rissa points to the book on the table under the spotlight. “Those are more of his designs.”

My heart skips a beat, and I swallow hard over the dryness in my throat. “Maverick?”

“He just moved into town. But he’s a fantastic artist.” She lifts the binder and flips through the pages. “Here’s one of my favorites.”

The black horseman. The tattoo on Leo’s bicep. I trace my finger over the tattoo. “It’s beautiful. It’s even better in person.”

“Thank you.” A heavily tattooed man steps out of the same room Remy did. He balls up a napkin and tosses it into the trash.

“Hi,” I squeak and wipe my hands on my skirt. This is not how I wanted to meet one of Leo’s friends. After oversharing his personal information.

“I’m Maverick.” He grins and walks toward me with an easy roll to his hips, but his shoulders curve inward as if he’s trying not to stand out. It’s a weird combination of big dick energy and wallflower syndrome.

“Hey, Maverick.” Ann nods at him.

“Hello, Ann.” He returns her greeting as if they already know each other before returning his attention to me. “And you are?”

“I’m Kinsley Monroe.” I grab his hand and shake.

“So, you’re Leo’s girl?”

I clear my throat. “I’m Leo’s boss.” Shouting it to everyone that we’re a couple is not something I’m comfortable with deciding on my own. Of course, we were at Callahan’s together, and Ann knows, so keeping it a secret isn’t possible at this point.

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