Page 10 of Hey Girl
“I’ve come for justice,” I inform him, my voice low, my shoulders squared and pinning him with a menacing stare. “You scarred me permanently, and now the time has come for you to right your wrong, my friend.”
He waves his hand.
“Please, the Hello Kitty face washed off. You only walked around with a panther with a girly cartoon face for a few days, which was a hell of a lot of fun to watch, by the way! I couldn’t bring myself to tell you it was temporary!”
“Yes,” I concede between clenched teeth. “It did, in fact. But MATT’S BITCH FOR LIFE did not!”
“Oh, yeah…” His face falls in agreement. “That part’s permanent I’m afraid, but it’s easily changed to MATES AND BITCHES FOR LIFE. Or MATT’S A BITCH FOR LIFE. That’d be even easier, just one extra letter. And less dude bro-ish.” He waves a dismissive hand again.
“That still doesn’t change the fact that I,”—I yank off my leather jacket and jerk my t-shirt up over my head. “have been walking around the last few weeks—” I turn my back to him and point over my shoulder. “With a headless fucking panther crawling up my back!”
“Oh…yeah. Right. Well I suppose since you’re here, and since I didn’t have any appointments booked in this afternoon so I could do payroll for my hardworking staff who buy your merch every chance they get, I could fix that up.”
“Chris! Babe, I thought I heard your voice.” I hear a silvery angel voice speak, and look to my side where the beautiful, delightfully buxom Sadie has appeared. She throws herself at me and I wrap her in my arms in a hug, bare chested and all. Under the guise of picking her up and spinning her around, I turn us, so that her back is to Leo, and I give him a mischievous smirk.
That’s right, Dildo Baggins. Look who’s hugging me shirtless. The vivacious redhead you’re too pussy to admit your feelings for.
“Sadie, it’s so good to see you,” I tell her in a low, sexy voice to really stick it to him.
“What brings you here?” She asks, as she steps away.
“Well, I think it’s time your boss fixed the dumpster fire of a tattoo he put on my back.”
She grins. “Yeah, I heard about that.” She scowls playfully at their boss. “Bad boy.” The husky way she says it has me rocking a semi, so Leo must be in boner hell.
“Shut up, drummer boy!” a fuming Leo scolds as he stands, shifting in a way that lets me know I was right. “That tattoo is perfection. I only have to fix the head where Hello Kitty washed off!”
“Be that as it may,” I raise my chin. “I need a head on this panther, and might I ask the darling Sadie to sit in to make sure he doesn’t pull any fast ones?” I ask, turning to her with my sweetest, most pleading smile.
“Of course, mate. Happy to,” she agrees as steam starts to swelter off Leo’s head. “Just give me twenty minutes to finish off my last appointment.”
And for us to let the Sadie induced boner go down.
My head lollsto the side as I smile lazily like I’m getting a massage instead of a tattoo. The needle does vibrate, so there’s that, but admittedly a buzzing needle burning ink into my skin shouldn’t be so relaxing. I guess I’m just happy I can finally go to the beach without someone thinking I beheaded a defenseless black kitten and taped it to my back. Or maybe it’s the excitement of our new bomb ass branding…done by the insanely brilliant Rebecca. Who knew talent could be such a turn on? But it wasn’t just that. Her shyness was adorable, and it made me want to gather her up like Simba and present her to the rest of the world, before yanking her away and hogging her to myself. But then, there was the moxie she showed when I got her name wrong, unexpected and spunky and major league hot. She’s such a fascinating little bundle of contradictions.
And those eyes… beautifully green, but a different shade than mine. Rather than sea glass, as mine have been described, hers remind me of a meadow; one I could frolic in all day. They penetrated my soul as she looked right at me, telling me to call her Re - becc - ah!
We’d seriously make beautiful green-eyed babies. And between me being hyper and her being shy to the point of frozen in place, they’d probably even out to being perfectly social creatures.
Her hair was a light brown mane, and her glasses made her look adorable in a way that could easily shift to naughty if the wind was right. And when she walked past me off the elevator her scent was intoxicating; so clean and floral. If I close my eyes, I can smell it now…
Why I’m having these kinds of thoughts about our new graphic designer who seems determined for no one on the planet to give her a second look, let alone think of her like this, I don’t know. But who cares? I’m in my happy place right now, recalling her beautiful scent, imagining I’m burying my face in her neck as I breathe it in. We get lost in a sweet embrace that gets so intense, I can feel her nails trailing down my back.
Wow, she’s really digging in deep too. She must really want me. Yeah baby… I could get on this ride.
I pull away to take in her beautiful face again and her glossy lips part as she opens her mouth to speak.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Whoa. I do not remember her voice sounding like Bagheera from the Jungle Book. And what’s with that comment? Rude.
“Chris! What the fuck?” She asks again, more exasperated, still in the tuba-deep voice and it really jars me, making me jolt.
“What?” I snort awake and blink back the specks floating in front of my eyes as I realize I’m still face down on Leo’s table.
“Are you alright, fella?” Sadie asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just dozed off I guess.” I turn my head cautiously to the other side to gauge Leo’s reaction and, sure enough, that was his voice I was hearing in my little dream because his facial expression definitely screams, what the fuck?