Into The Fire - E. L. Todd Page 0,86
to go now?”
“Sure.”
I jumped out of bed and pulled on my clothes at lightning speed. “Then let’s roll.”
She laughed as she dressed herself. “You’re really excited, aren’t you?”
“Let me put it this way,” I said. “My dick is rock-hard. And it has nothing to do with you.”
***
I unlocked the door and we entered the shop. It was a little plain without the furniture but the gray floorboards were done, and the black walls had a slight sheen to them. The marble counter was in place, and it looked sick under the dim light. “What do you think?” I walked around and looked at the place I designed. “On the walls, I’m going to put pictures of sexy women with ink. I think that will draw more women in.”
“And men,” she said with a chuckle.
I felt the marble countertops. “It’s nice, huh?”
She felt it under her palm. “It is.”
“I’m getting a Bluetooth sound system installed. It’ll look so cool.”
“So…where do you get these pictures of sexy chicks with ink?” She asked it casually but there was a hint of jealousy.
I smirked. “Jealous, baby?”
“I don’t know…maybe.”
“Well, would you like to be on my wall?” I grabbed her arm and examined the skin. “I could make you some beautiful sleeves.” My hand moved to her waist. “Something over the ribs…among other places. You’d look hot as hell.”
“I’m not really a tattoo kind of girl.”
“Every girl is,” I said. “It just depends on if you’re brave enough to accept it.”
“Well, in my line of work, I can’t be inked everywhere.”
“Lame.”
“So, do you know these girls?”
“They’re my regulars.”
Jealousy still shined in her eyes.
“Baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about. My dick is yours exclusively.”
“Have you slept with any of these girls?”
I gave her a look that said, “What do you think?”
That put her in a sour mood.
I wasn’t used to the jealousy thing. I’d had girls be clingy with me but not possessive. And I wasn’t used to feeling it either. “Come on, you can trust me. I’m only putting them up for business reasons. It’ll drive people into the shop. It’s like those pictures salons hang up. They don’t expect you to want the same haircuts as the models, but you’ll feel good staring at pretty people.”
Alessandra finally relaxed. “Fine. Just keep your hands to yourself.”
“Always.” I smacked her ass playfully then showed her the back rooms where the equipment would go. I didn’t have anything yet but I imagined exactly how it would look. “It’s coming together.”
“It is,” she agreed. “I like it. What will you call it?”
“Crimson Ink.”
“Catchy.”
I headed back to the front. “The couches will go there along with a table.”
“It’ll look great, Ash. I’m very proud of you.”
Proud? “Why, thank you.”
She sauntered to the marble counter then hopped on the surface. She gave me a playful look, the arousal in her eyes. “I want to be the only woman you fuck in this shop.” She patted the marble. “Then you’ll never forget me.”
My cock hardened in my jeans as I approached her. “Believe me, you’re unforgettable.” I stood between her legs then grabbed her hips. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t be giving you a sneak peek into my shop.” I jerked her hips and forced her to lay back. Then I undid my jeans and pulled my cock out. “And I wouldn’t have given you my fidelity.”
***
“What are we going to do about your parents?” she asked as she lay beside me in bed.
I hadn’t thought about it. “Oh yeah. I forgot about them.”
“You forget about everyone but yourself.”
“Except you.” Anytime I was buried in her pussy, I couldn’t think of anything else but that. “My mom came by a few weeks ago. I fessed up and told her the truth about you and I.”
“You did?” she asked in surprise. “How did she take it?”
“Fine,” I said. “Actually, she was pretty supportive of me and the shop. She was bummed when I told her you were out of the picture.”
“She doesn’t care that I’m an escort?”
“Nope. I made it clear what kind of escort you were.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad your mom came around. She should be proud of you.”
“She said she is.”
“Great.” Alessandra smiled, and it was full of sincerity.
“I guess you’ll have to meet my parents again—officially.”
“You want me to?” she asked.
“Of course I do.”
Color moved into her cheeks.
“They love you more than me anyway.”
“You know that isn’t true,” she said with a chuckle.
“You don’t have any tattoos, you’ve never been in jail, and you