Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I smiled at her.
Daisy was a cute woman.
She was my age, and also shared a birthday with me. She was about five foot nothing with hair dyed the color of the rainbow and a slew of tattoos covering her porcelain skin.
Her eyes were a deep shade of brown that looked nearly black, and her personality was bubbly.
“I’d like to get the other side done,” I said, pointing to my boob. “And he said he would get his done, too, if I got mine finished.”
I turned my gaze to Ridley only to see his face completely closed off.
He was hiding his nervousness.
Well, might I add.
His poker face was excellent.
“I can do that,” she said. “Take a seat on the table in the room you used last time, and I’ll be back with my things. I’m guessing you want to use the same gauge and style as last time?”
I nodded.
“I do,” I confirmed. “What about you?”
His eyes were studying the jewelry.
“Which ones are the ones I get to choose from?” he asked.
Daisy pointed at a section as she passed, then disappeared into the back room.
“Which one is the one you got?” he asked.
I pointed to a barbell that was in the very corner of the top row.
“It’s smaller than most, but bigger than the rings,” I explained.
Daisy came back around the corner, her hands filled with her supplies.
“I’d suggest staying away from the rings,” she said. “Men tend to be more physical. You don’t want to be wrestling around or moving boxes or something and accidentally rip the ring out.”
I winced, as did Ridley.
“My jobs’s pretty fucking physical,” he said. “Shit.”
I smiled at him.
“You could always get a tattoo,” I offered.
He winced.
“Fine,” he said. “What do you want me to get?”
I grinned so widely I probably looked terrible, but it was worth it.
The look on his face made him look absolutely terrified of what I would do to his body.
“I’ve got just the thing,” I said.
“I don’t have any tattoo artists here right now,” Daisy said. “I haven’t done a tattoo in so long that I wouldn’t recommend me, either.”
I smiled.
“No,” I said. “Would you mind me bringing in my own tattoo artist?”
I’d seen Peek. I knew he was here.
And I knew he’d do it for me.
“You better not fuck me over here,” he said darkly.
I grinned. “Let’s get me done, then we’ll call Peek.”
“Fine.”
Chapter 16
A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.
-Coffee Cup
Ridley
“You’re sure about this?” Peek asked.
I ignored him, going to my happy place.
My new happy place.
It’d definitely taken a turn since I’d met Freya.
Before it’d been mine and Aerie’s wedding day.
She’d been so beautiful.
She’d come down the aisle in a white dress so pure and brilliant that my eyes had instantly been drawn to her.
Aerie was such a beautiful woman. Tall and willowy, she had trouble putting on weight. But the dress she’d worn that day had fit her so perfectly, and the long train that followed behind her had made her look almost ethereal.
So whenever I had a rough day, I’d picture that moment in time, remembering how I felt as she walked down the aisle to me.
But lately, since I’d met Freya, it’d been her.
The first time I’d met her.
She’d been holding a strand of Christmas lights up high, her slightly rounded belly exposed as she reached up high over her head to hang the lights on a hook.
The lights had painted her skin in lovely shades of red, blue and green.
Her hair had been falling out of her ponytail, the white blonde locks lighting up as well, making her look like she had all the colors of the rainbow in her hair.
At one point, she’d been so wrapped up in Christmas lights that she looked like a human Christmas tree.
That was what I was focusing on, and I started to feel guilty.
Aerie had loved that I didn’t have tattoos.
She’d hated them.
And here I was getting one for the new girl in return for her getting her other nipple pierced.
I felt like a shithead.
“Are you sure you are sure?” Peek asked. “You don’t even want to look at it?”
“No,” I said. “Just fuckin’ do it.”
“Hmmm,” Freya said. “I don’t think I want to do it anymore.”
I blinked, surprised that she would say that.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you’re clenching the seat so hard that I’m pretty sure that you broke it,” she touched where my fingers gripped the chair.
I blinked, looking down at the bars that I was holding on to in surprise.
“Oops,” I said, letting them go.
Daisy patted my hand as she walked by. “It’s okay, Mr. Lee. I’ve had to replace those twice now since I bought the chair.”
I laughed.
“Thanks,” I muttered. “And you’re doing it, Peek. Please just start.”
“This is going to end up being bigger than I previously thought,” Peek admitted. “It’s going to take up quite a bit of your skin back here, if I’m to make it look realistic.”