“I don’t know if you know this about yourself, Dylan, but you are not a quiet person,” I chuckled.
“Whatever. See ya later.”
“Yeah, see ya.” I waved as he turned and made his way out of the shop.
My client walked in a few minutes later, and I got right to work. Avery had been a long-time client, and we were freshening up one of their older tattoos, so it didn’t take me long. I loved all of my clients, but I had to admit that Avery was one of my favorites. They always had crazy ass stories from touring with their band, and I loved hearing about all the places they’d traveled to—itmade the time fly by too. Before I knew it, I had finished.
“All done. Take a look and let me know if there are any spots you want me to go over.” I motioned to the mirror.
Avery stood, inspected my work and then turned around with a huge grin. “Perfect as always. Thanks, Brandon.”
“Always a pleasure. Glad we got to catch up. Where ya off to next?” I asked, genuinely interested and a little jealous since I hadn’t ever traveled outside of the tri-state area myself.
“Taking a little break for the holidays and then we’re off to the West Coast for a few shows.”
“Oh, nice. Well, enjoy your time off. If you sneak in a local show, let me know. I’d love to come see you play again.”
“Will do. If I don’t see you before, Merry Christmas,” Avery offered, and brought me in for a hug.
“You too.” As they made their way to the front, I called out, “Hey, be careful out there. The snow’s really coming down.”
“You too.”
After Avery had settled up with Paige, I sent her home for the day. The snow was sticking to the roads, and we didn’t have any other appointments. With the weather getting bad, we’d probably close early anyway.
Dad was still working on his last client, so I decided I’d stay until he finished, in case someone else came in. After cleaning and packing up my station for the night, I parked myself at the front desk and finally pulled out my phone.
On the lock screen was a message from Lexi.
I quickly clicked on it to expand the message. It was a photo of Lexi, looking like a fucking goddess. Facing away from the camera, she was on her knees, with her back arched and looking over her shoulder, dressed in some black cutout lingerie. My jaw went slack as I fumbled to hide my phone out of view. It was Dad, his client, and me in the shop, but that shit was for my eyes only, and I’d have gouged out the eyes of anyone else who saw it.
After moving my phone out of sight, I leaned down and zoomed in on the shot. She was a fucking knockout. The teasing look on her face and her lip between her teeth did me in. I was a goner.
Yeah, fuck hanging with Dylan tonight.I shot him a text, letting him know I was tired and wouldn’t be making it out.
17
LEXI
Fuck today.All I wanted was to sneak away at lunch for a quickie with Brandon, butnooooooo. We had to go, and not only be short-staffed, but busy as fuck too. The second my shift ended, I got right the fuck out of there and made my way home, not before stopping by the cafeteria to see if Brandon was still there. Unfortunately for me, he had already gone for the day.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that photo he’d sent me.Goddammit, I’d never seen anything so hot in all of my twenty-six years. I still hadn’t responded because, honestly, what the hell was I gonna say?Nice dick?A dick pic of that caliber deserved a better response than that. Although I did kind of feel bad that I didn’t message him back.That’s okay.I was about to make it up to him.
When I got home, I showered and then got myself ready. Nothing too crazy—a little makeup and a brush through my hair. Then I picked out one of my favorite lingerie piecesand got to work setting the mood in my room. It was time for a photo shoot of my own.
With the lights dimmed and the clutter cleared away, my room transformed into my own personal photography studio. I propped my phone up on the floor and got down on all fours. After making sure that the lighting was just right, I faced away from the camera and positioned myself on my knees. I turned to look at the camera and check the shot.Damn, this looked hot, I thought.
Once I was happy with everything, I set the timer on my phone and scrambled to get back into position, this time arching my ass up slightly more. It took a few tries to get the perfect shot, but boy, did I get it!
Thrilled with my handiwork, I opened up my text thread with Brandon and sent the photo. I didn’t wait for his response, though, because I didn’t sit by the phone for anyone, not evenLord Big Dick Edgingtonhimself. So, I threw on a fluffy robe and made myself some dinner.
I’d just satdown on the couch with a big glass of wine and my piping hot mac n’ cheese when there was a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I swore to God that if it were someone trying to sell something, I’d murder them. Disgruntled that my dinner would have to wait, I set it down and went to see who it was.
“Yes?” I questioned whoever dared interrupt my first actual meal of the day. Unless you count coffee as a meal.
“Lexi, it’s Brandon.”
What.
