Page 43 of Accepting Fate
Taking the phone off speaker, I put the phone to my ear, grab my tablet and make my way down the stairs.
Sitting on the couch I listen to Cass explain that the girl added a bunch to the design while I finish getting ready. I tell her to let the girl know I’m on my way and that I’ll be there in a few minutes.
I hop in the truck, clicking the button above my head to close the garage door, and before I take off, I send a text to Logan.
Grayson: Trying the non-caveman approach here. I like to call this one needy man. Any way I can convince you to go out with me tonight?
When I get to the shop, Cassie greets me by sending me warning eyes.
Shit. I know that look. That’s Cass’s code for pain in the ass client. This is going to be fun.
She introduces me to my client. I’ve done work for a few of her friends while she tagged along so the introduction is short.
“I’m going to set my stuff down. Give me a few minutes and then we can go over the design,” I tell her and gesture to one of the couches in the waiting area. “You can take a seat on the couch. I won’t be long.”
She lets out a small annoying giggle and tucks her pale blonde hair behind her ears, flashing me a smile.
Sometimes I get girls in here that do nothing but flirt the entire time. Business is business and I love my job, but usually these girls don’t stay still, and it takes twice as long to do their tattoo.
Giving her a weak grin, I make my way back to my desk. I pass by Trav on the way who is focused on the big back piece he is doing. It’s odd seeing him in here so early, but he has been working on this client for days and they are almost done.
Travis is one of the most talented artists I have ever seen. He looks like he could kill you with his jet-black hair, beard, and tattoos covering everything but his face. He doesn’t say much but he will go out of his way to help anyone.
Leaning over but not crowding him, I take a look at the piece. His favorite tattoos are large portraits or scenery. The piece he is working on right now is a father teaching his daughter to ride a bike down the middle of the road with mountains in the background. At the moment, Trav is doing fine detail work on the father’s smiling face. I don’t know how he does it, but it looks like he pasted the picture right on the guy’s upper back.
Talking low enough so I don’t snap him out of his world, I can’t help but compliment him. “Looks fucking awesome, man. When it's done, come see me. We need to get that one on a canvas for the wall. Don’t forget to take photos.”
He doesn’t look up. “Thanks, man. Will do. I sent you a text about a client wanting a wolf. I thought you might wanna do it.”
I do. They are one of my favorite animals to tattoo.
“I’ll look at it. Thanks.”
Reaching my desk, I sit down in the chair and turn on my computer. While I wait for it to turn on, I check to see if Logan responded. I doubt she has. I expect her to be knocked out most of the day, trying to sleep off her sickness and the stress of last night.
She hasn’t gotten back to me. I’m disappointed but happy knowing she is sleeping.
After a few minutes of checking emails flagged as important and loading my client’s design on my tablet, I get up and make my way back to the client.
After cashing out my client, I’m heading back to my desk when I feel a hand grab my arm.
I turn around and my client steps so close that her tits brush against my t-shirt. She walks her fingers up my chest and flattens her palm.
Batting her lashes, she looks up at me. In a low voice, she says, “You forgot something.”
I take a step back, but she goes with me. “Don’t think so.” I gently grip the top of her arms and try to move her away from me.
She stays strong and doesn’t move. “Yes, you did. You forgot my number.” Rising to her tiptoes, she whispers in my ear. “I like it rough in bed. I bet you do, too. Right, handsome?”
Yup, that’s it. Gripping her arms slightly harder, I push her away and this time she moves.
A surprised look casts over her face, but she quickly hides it with a smile and tries to advance me again.
Can’t this girl take a hint? What the fuck.
Speaking low enough so the rest of the shop doesn’t hear me, I make myself more clear. “I didn’t forget, and I’m not interested. I’m sure you’re a great girl, but no.”
She scoffs and balls her hands into fists, setting them on her hips. “Excuse me, asshole. I’m hot as fuck. You should be begging to fuck me,” she yells.