Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur, my gaze narrowing on his face, not liking how withdrawn he seems. “What’s up?”
“Nothing, just didn’t realize your biggest fan was going to be here, otherwise I would have scheduled my client for tomorrow,” he tells me, moving around his station, getting his shit set up. “You working on his chest today?”
“Yeah,” I say, skimming through my sketches and finding a copy of the tattoo that’s halfway done on Viper’s chest. I hold it up for Crew, certain I haven’t shown him this. “You like it?”
Crew glances at the sketch before doing a second take, and I grin to myself. Only something worthy deserves a second glance when it comes to Crew Ledger. “Fuck me,” he mutters, crossing into my station and taking the sketch out of my hand. “This is great, but it’s a shame it’s wasted on that asshole.”
I roll my eyes and snatch it back. “Don’t you have a tramp stamp or a BFF tattoo to prepare for?”
Crew mutters under his breath, striding back to his station. He’s a ladies’ man, too fucking pretty for his own good kind of ladies’ man, and to add the cherry on top, he’s the biggest flirt I’ve ever met, even when he doesn’t mean to be. The women absolutely love it. They come flocking in here just to have a moment of his time, which generally means his schedule is jam-packed with infinity symbols and tiny little hearts placed on the inner wrist.
He’s more than bored of it, but when it pays the bills, how could he say no?
With everything ready for Viper, I glance across the shop and catch his eye before indicating the chair he’s become all too familiar with.
Viper moves across the shop, not stopping until he’s standing right in front of me, those jet-black eyes gazing right into mine. “Kyah,” he murmurs, his deep tone making me shiver.
I tilt my chin, holding his gaze and knowing how it gets him off. He’s mentioned more than once that there are not a lot of women who can bear holding his stare. It’s intense, but when you’re not terrified of him, it’s not so hard to handle. “Viper.”
His big hand falls to my waist, his fingers nearly wrapping halfway around me. “I’m growing impatient,” he says. “When are you going to give up this hard-to-get act and become my old lady?”
“I’m twenty-three, Viper,” I remind him. “I’m not looking at being anyone’s old lady anytime soon. Besides, you and I both know that if I were to agree to this, I’d be property to you, not an equal.”
Viper grins and fingers the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head, putting that magnificent chest on display, not denying it one bit. “You’ll cave soon enough,” he tells me, leaning in until his lips are barely a breath from mine. “I see it in your eyes, Ky. Every time you’re working on me, you’re thinking about just how good it would be, and you know it will. You clench those pretty thighs every time you touch me, and you know that I can make those tight little walls shatter.”
My pussy starts to throb, and I mentally remind myself just how much of a bad idea Viper would be. “Are you done trying to turn me into a slip-N-slide?”
Viper’s lips twist into a wicked grin, and it only makes me want him more. “Not even close.”
“Get your ass in my chair,” I tell him. “Otherwise, we’re going to be here all night, and while I know that sounds like a dream to you, I have shit to do.”
He scoffs, lowering his big body into my chair and lying back, propping his hand behind his head, his muscles rolling with the movement. “You’re such a liar,” he mutters, those dark eyes eating me up. “You ain’t got nowhere to be. I’ve got you as long as I need you.”
Damn it. I hate it when he’s right, and despite how he knows it, I’m not about to go and show my hand by admitting that. Instead, I pull on a pair of gloves and reach for the alcohol wipes. “In that case, I better make this quick then.”
Quickly getting lost in my work, I chat away to Viper, and as I focus on the design, I let out a small breath. Viper’s always been intense when we’re standing toe to toe and he’s making his intentions clear, but when he’s in the chair, he mellows out and allows me to concentrate, keeping the conversation light and easy. Not that there’s really anything light and easy about either of us.
Crew’s client wanders through the door, and during their consultation, he turns the music down just a bit, because even though he’s only doing a boring set of four doggy paw prints up her ankle, he still takes it very seriously. Then the second she’s in the chair and he whips his tattoo gun out, he cranks the heavy metal music right back up.