Daisy stepped into my bare workspace, her eyes scanning everything. "It needs a little color."
Neal swung their legs over the seat, while I stretched and took care of my equipment.
"Look what I just got." Neal beamed, flashing their bicep.
"Do you want any second skin wrap for it?" I asked. The entire process was foreign to me. I'd bought all the equipment for a professional tattooist, but I'd never used any of it. I never bothered with stencils, wraps, or lotions when tattooing my dinner guests.
"Nah, that stuff gives me a rash. I'll take care of it," Neal said.
"This makes me so happy." Daisy sighed, turning in a circle. "I am so glad you're still pursuing your dream."
"Thanks," I muttered. "We can go downstairs in a bit. I'm almost done. You hungry?" I looked at my watch; it was almost dinner time.
"I had something before I came back over. I packed for awhile. I think the staff thought I was moving out." She laughed.
I paused, raising an eyebrow.
Well, wasn't she?
She saw my thoughts on my face and blushed.
"Dinner does sound good. But you know what sounds better?"
Neal pulled out their phone and made an excuse about taking a call to give us privacy.
"What's that?" I asked as I tossed paper towels and my gloves in the trash.
"You, tattooing me."
I looked up and blinked.
"Maybe. Let's talk about it later. I'm starving," I lied. She frowned but stood back as I continued cleaning up. Once I was done, I ushered us out and locked the door behind me.
"Why do you keep it locked?" she asked as we started downstairs. Neal was long gone, but we found them in the dining room, being served already. I shook my head. They were getting comfortable here, which wasn't a bad thing, but I had a feeling wherever Daisy and I went in the future, Neal would be tagging along.
Tuth came by to escort Daisy to the studio after dinner.
"Are you okay with me leaving? I feel bad that I was gone all day," Daisy said.
"Where else are you going to dance? You need to maintain your skill, don't you?"
She stared at me for a long time, her eyes growing watery before hugging me tightly.
"Thank you." Her eyes took on a far-off look, and I knew she was thinking about her studio back across the lake. It wasn’t a studio; it was a cage.
"No need. I promised you I'd never put a dance space in our home, and I won't. Go, dance, my beautiful ballerina,and return to me in the evening. We'll do some dancing of our own together later," I flirted. She giggled, and Tuth groaned from behind us.
"You guys are like teenagers. Come on, let's go before Lilly tries to take your dance slot."
"I actually haven't seen her in a while." Daisy started away with Tuth and then stopped short. "Actually, it's been a week." She turned to question me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"I have no idea if he took her with him. That wasn't part of my plan."
She frowned and left. I was sure that when she returned, she'd have forgotten about my tattoo room, but she was even more insistent after her shower. She found me in my office, hunched over some papers. She wore one of the silk nightgowns I'd bought for her. It was black with black lace. She sauntered in, her hair freshly dried and resting on her shoulders in soft waves.
"Hey, I'll be up shortly," I apologized. "What's up?"
"I was hoping I could convince you to do that thing we talked about earlier..." She came behind me and began to rub my shoulders. I racked my brain, trying to remember what we'd talked about. My cock was already getting hard.
