GOLDIE(3)

Then she looked at him. Her eyes were seriously blue—field of cornflower, summer desert sky at noon. Perfect. Her hand dropped down to her side and her lips parted. Goldie watched every movement, wishing he could slip his tongue into her mouth for a quick taste.

“I really had to go.” Kelly’s voice broke through the intensity of the moment. The woman turned away, and her friend whispered something to her. A peal of laughter erupted from them.

Kelly came behind the counter and he stood away from the stool so she sat once more.

“Can I help you ladies?” he said. I hope she wants a clit piercing. I bet her pussy is as pink as her mouth.

The two women next to her shoved her forward, saying, “She wants a tattoo.” They laughed. She shooed their hands away from her and shook her head, then looked at him again.

He groaned inwardly and his cock stirred as she skimmed the tip of her tongue over the contours of her lips, lips that were made for sinning.

“Is it a yes or no?” He threw her the smile that melted most women’s panties. She shrugged. “Have you been thinking about this for a while, or did you have a couple of drinks and come over here?”

Laughter burst from all three of them and it made him grin more. She’s fucking sweet.

Kelly tapped her fingers on the counter. “Do you want a tat or not?” The women quieted down.

Anxious not to break their jovial mood, he turned to Kelly. “I’ll handle this.” She rolled her eyes, then looked down at the magazine Goldie had on the counter.

“Hay’s been thinking about it for a while. That’s all she talks about,” the dark-haired woman said.

“Especially when she’s had a couple of White Russians,” the other woman chimed in. That made them start laughing again.

Goldie moved in front of the counter. “Are you drunk?” His voice was low and gravelly.

She darted her eyes to his and their gazes locked. The laughing hyenas, Kelly’s aggravated sighs, the whir of the needles all faded out; there was nothing in the room but him and her. Heat stirred within him as his hungry gaze devoured her rounded hips and long shapely legs. Her cheeks burned brightly as she shifted in place.

“So are you?” he asked.

“Am I what?” she breathed.

His eyes climbed slowly from her pretty sandaled feet to her bright red face. “Drunk?”

“Hay’s not drunk, but we are,” the dark-haired woman said between sniggers.

“So, Hay’s getting the tattoo?” He locked gazes with her again. She nodded. “Where do you want it?”

“On her butt.” Her friends giggled.

He raised his eyebrow. “Your friends seem to be doing all the talking. Is that where you want it?”

“Uh… yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I’m also not drunk. I’ve had a couple of drinks but I’m good.”

“Do you know what design you want?”

She nodded. “It’s nothing too big or anything.” She pointed to Kelly, whose head was buried in the magazine. “Is she the one who’s going to do the tattoo?”

He shook his head. “She’s the receptionist. I’m going to do it.” She gasped as her hand covered her pretty mouth. He chuckled. “You seem to have a problem with that.”

“Oh, go on, Hay. I’m sure he’s seen a lot of asses before. It’s like a doctor. After a while, all asses and boobs look alike.” Her blonde-haired friend pushed her forward a bit.

“Stop it, Claudia. You and Rory are starting to get on my nerves.”

Mine too. “You’re not going to find a woman artist in Alina, or the county for that matter. If you go to a bigger city you’ll find them there.” I bet she has a gorgeous ass.

“Is it like Claudia said? I mean, you must do a ton of these. It’s probably like no big deal.”

He pressed his lips and ran his eyes over her face. “Yeah. I do a ton of these, but it’s up to you. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Snickering, she threw her shoulders back. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”

A celebration complete with horns and streamers broke out inside him. “Yeah. What the hell. Follow me.”

“Can my friends come too?”

The last thing he wanted was the giggling duo, but he was afraid if he said no she’d back out. He nodded and walked down the hallway, the clacking of high heels echoing behind him.

He opened the door to a room that had a padded massage table. The walls were adorned with drawings of tattoos, and there was a small black leather love seat against one wall, a built-in desk with a computer, and several bookcases stuffed with black binders and books on various designs.