“Hi, what’s wrong? Is Lilah here?” I ask, and glance around.
“Oh my god, no. Sorry! She’s fine. Your mom asked to take her to a movie, I figured it was okay. I should’ve told you.” She covers her eyes with her hands, and shakes her head.
I exhale, feeling relieved, which quickly turns into excitement that Ivy’s here. In my shop. For me. At least I think she is.
“Of course it’s okay. What’re you doing here?” I ask, my tone softer now.
Ivy gives me a sheepish smile. “Got any time for a tattoo?” she asks hesitantly.
I rear my head back in surprise, and she cuts in before I can even respond. “It doesn’t have to be you. Anyone available is fine,” she rushes out, chuckling awkwardly.
“I’m available,” Leo calls out, and Ivy nods, looking over my shoulder presumably at the shameless flirt, smiling.
“No one is touching you but me,” I say loud enough for everyone in the shop to hear, and glance over my shoulder to quickly glare at Leo, before turning back to Ivy and continuing. “I absolutely have time for you. Always. I just wasn’t expecting you, or for you to ask for atattoo.” I laugh, grabbing her hand and rubbing my thumb over her knuckles.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting something small for a while, and I just thought, why not today?” She nibbles on the corner of her mouth, and I nod.
I’m so excited she’s here, I feel like a teenager who’s crush just walked by him in the hall. I feel giddy, and that’s fucking lame, but I don’t care. I take a step toward her, and cup her head in my hands. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I smirk just before I lean down, and press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Ohhh, okay. Got it,” I hear Leo call out.
Idiot.
I pull back and grab her hand again, intertwining our fingers. I pull Ivy behind me, and back to the office where I shut and lock the door behind me. Those nosey fuckers will probably try and bug me for unnecessary shit just to see or talk to Ivy.
I pull her around my desk, and drop into my chair, bringing her with me. I grab her around the waist, and hoist her up to sit on my desk in front of me. I drag my hands up and down her bare thighs and thank whatever god there is, that she wore this tiny little sundress.
“Hi, baby,” she whispers, then runs her hand through my hair.
Fucking hell.
I don’t know what it is about her calling me that, but it makes my heart hurt, and my dick hard. I hum in response, and close my eyes, leaning into the touch.
“Hi,” I reply.
“Are you sure you don’t mind me dropping by unannounced? I almost didn’t, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check if you were busy.”
I shake my head. “I’m never too busy for you. I’m so happy you came by,” I say as I continue to rub her thighs, going higher now. I’m unable to stop myself, she’s so fucking soft.
“What are you thinking for your first tattoo?” I ask, grinning.
“I was thinking… my parents birth flowers. You gave me the idea, when you told me the poppy on your hand is for Delilah, and I want that for them too. Maybe here,” she says as she points to the inside of her forearm.
I nod. “I like it. That’s a great first tattoo. It’s special.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, and she bites her lip.
“How much?”
“How much, what?” I ask, confused.
“How much would that cost?”
I give her the mostget reallook I can manage. “I’d payyouto let me tattoo you.”
“I’m serious, Wesley,” she replies and swats at me playfully. “Tell me how much.”
“I’mserious Ivy. You’re not paying anything. I’d pay you. I’ll give you whatever you want to let me be the only one to touch you,” I respond, my voice dropping lower.
“Oh, really?” she asks, clearly picking up on my mood shift.
