He trusts me.
I frown up at him, and his lips twitch, but he doesn’t waver, so I get started.
He sighs as he relaxes back, and I pick up some ink andmightpress a little harder than necessary.
“Ouch.”
“Don’t be a baby.” The ribshurt. Showing some mercy, I lighten my touch, and he settles back down.
“Are you from Vegas?” he asks.
“No.”
I don’t elaborate as I wipe his skin and pick up more ink.
“Where are you from?”
He’s sopatient.I don’t know why that annoys me so much. Shouldn’t he be angry? Shouldn’t he want to never see me again, or report me to someone, or ...something?
“Seattle.”
“What brings you down here?”
I clear my throat.I need to find my sister, and I’m fifty-fifty on whether or not you took her.
“Wanted a change of pace. Warmer weather.”
“Hmm.” He goes quiet, and then he murmurs, “I’m going to touch you.”
My eyes meet his as he reaches up with his free hand to brush his fingertips down my cheek.
“You’re so fucking soft, I couldn’t resist.”
“Do you flirt with every person who tattoos you?”
His smile is easy and makes my stomach tighten. “Nope. Just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Having your fingers on me is torture, you know.”
“You’re the one who asked for the ink.”
“No regrets, but damn it, I’d like to fuck you on this table.”
I sit back and level a look at him. “I never fuck where I work.”
Those brown orbs narrow for just a heartbeat. “Not a bad policy to have. Let me take you to dinner tonight.”
Shaking my head, I get back to work. I’m halfway done with this piece, and I have to admit, it’s going to be cool as hell. “I’m flattered, but no thanks.”
“You don’t eat dinner?”
“I have plans.”
“Cancel them.”
“No.”
“Look at me.”
I lift my gaze to his and expect to find him mad, but he’s not. He’s smiling softly, as if he finds me adorable.
