Chapter Three
What in the fuck have I gotten myself into?
That thought echoed in Seth’s brain over and over again as he waited for Jayne to arrive. She’d called a few minutes before and told him she was on her way to Divine Ink from the library.
To make sure she understood the commitment she was making, he planned to draw the basic design on with a hypoallergenic marker first. If she still liked it, then he’d begin tattooing her. She didn’t seem the flaky type, but in his years as a tattoo artist, he’d seen people back out at the first twinge of pain, or have “buyer’s remorse” after the process was started.
He was willing to admit that her happiness with this tattoo meant more to him than any of the others he’d ever done. He didn’t doubt his skills. He just wanted her to be pleased with it long-term and to have a positive experience to remember in the years to come.
The bell jingled, and Jayne walked in the front door and smiled at him. Her cheeks were flushed a pretty rosy color, and she seemed in good spirits.
“Before we get started, Seth, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot last night. It was the adrenaline, and the heightened emotions of the moment. I got carried away and put the cart before the horse. Could we pretend yesterday didn’t happen at all?” Her unusual blue-green eyes shone with hope, and he couldn’t help but smile.
She went right to him when he opened his arms and hugged him back. “If it makes you feel better, I will. But I enjoyed that story you were writing.”
“It’s still embarrassing to know you’ve gotten a look inside my head like that.”
Seth chuckled as he directed her around the counter and behind the partitioning wall, to the back of the studio where his more private workspace was set up. “I thought it was good and I think a lot people might agree.”
She snorted in disbelief. “What would you like me to do?”
Make an offer I can’t refuse.
Biting his tongue on what he really wanted to say, he showed her where to stow her clothing and her purse. “I’m going to sketch the basic design on you with a marker so you can see the placement and we can make changes to your liking. Are you ticklish?”
“Not really.” She gulped as she held the top button of her blouse between her fingertips. “Is this where it gets weird or uncomfortable, because of what happened last night?”
Seth gently grasped her hand. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Jayne. It’s not weird for me. I want you to be able to relax because this will take several sessions. Once we’re sure you like the placement of the design, I’ll drape the parts I’m not working on. You can leave your panties on, but for now I’ll need everything else off.”
Her voice had a slight shake to it when she responded and undid the buttons on her blouse. He turned to his portable work table and opened the sketchbook to the page with her original drawing on it. It was unbelievably hard not to turn back around and watch her strip. This was a fantasy coming to life for him, being able to put that design on her beautiful skin.
While she undressed, he organized his supplies. He could hear her clothing rustling around, and the anticipation to see her built inside him. His cock tingled as he imagined her taking each garment off, revealing more and more of her gorgeous flesh and her lush figure. He enjoyed looking at a beautiful naked woman as much as the next man, but this particular woman really made him love his career choice.
“I’m ready, Seth.” He could hear the trace of self-consciousness in her muted voice.
He turned to her and couldn’t help it when he paused and just…stared at her. From head to toe, she was curvy perfection. She perched nervously on the paper-lined padded table, clad in nothing but a black lace G-string. She noted his gaze and hooked the thin waistband with her thumb. “I was trying to make it easier for you.”
His cock hardened so fast it drew her eyes, and she blushed profusely. He groaned and chuckled as he carefully took a seat on his rolling stool. “I’m sorry. That’s completely unprofessional of me, Jayne, but you’re gorgeous.”
She smiled at him, and her eyes twinkled. She was adorable as she sat there with her ankles crossed and her little pedicured toes hooked together. Her reddish-brown hair curled around her shoulders and framed her pink-tipped breasts, and her hands were braced on the table beside her sweetly rounded thighs. Her knees were pressed together, and he could see her pulse pounding rapidly at the base of her throat.
Best to get started. Otherwise there’s going to be touching and kissing and she might get what she asked for after all.