Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,25
on the literal and not figurative translation of prick.”
“It was what I called you before we met…back in the days when I was holding your phone.”
“And what made you come up with that name specifically?”
“You reminded me of a jerkier Mr. Big from that show Sex and the City. Thus, Mr. Big Prick.”
Graham slid his hand along my waist. “And who would you be…slutty Samantha?”
I squinted in surprise. “You’ve watched that show?”
“My mother used to watch it.”
“That’s funny.” I smiled.
“Now that you know me a little better, do I still remind you of that guy?”
“Well, you do have a driver. So, I guess there are some similarities.”
He wriggled his forehead. “Although, there’s no sex in our city, is there?”
When I glared at him, he playfully kissed me on the cheek then ran his hand down my back, causing a shiver to run through me. This was going to be a long night.
After introducing Graham to Leroy and a few of the other guests, I brought him over to meet Tig. My friend had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth when he offered Graham a handshake. “Mr. Big Prick…how the fuck are ya?”
Graham rolled his eyes. “I’m well. You must be Tig.”
“Anyway, I don’t know if Soraya told you, but she’s like my sister. And seeing as though she doesn’t have a blood brother or even a father who’s worth a piece of shit in her life, that means that if you hurt her, I’m gonna have to be the one to kick your ass. Just wanted to get that out of the way.”
Graham nodded his head slowly in understanding. “I appreciate you looking out for her.”
“Glad we cleared that up.” Tig snickered. “I would ask you if you want a tat on the house while you’re here…but something tells me you’re not into ink.”
“I’m into her ink.” Graham winked at me then scratched his chin, looking like he was pondering something. “Actually, I might be interested. Do you fix tattoos as well?”
“Yeah. What do you mean specifically?”
“I have one that I don’t want anymore. It was a mistake, and I’d like to ink over and around it, change it into something else.”
He had a tat? No fucking way.
“Let’s take a look.” Tig waved his hand, prompting us to follow him.
My eyes were glued to Graham’s ass, which looked amazing in those jeans. My hands longed to squeeze it. I wondered how he’d react if I did.
The muffled sounds of the guests faded into the background when we entered the quiet of the back room. My breathing quickened as Graham slowly lifted his shirt over his head, tousling his hair. It was the first time I had ever seen his rippled chest in the flesh. His physique was beautiful beyond my imagination. It was clear he worked out hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his six-pack. His skin was so smooth and tanned. It was everything I had fantasized about and more. My hands tingled with a desperate need to feel his skin. My eyes traveled down the thin, happy trail of hair that led into his jeans before my gaze scrolled up again and landed on it: the tattoo on the left side of his torso. I squinted my eyes. It was a name written in script: Genevieve. My heart dropped. Swallowing my jealousy, I specifically chose not to ask the question I was dying to.
Who the hell is Genevieve?
It felt like my ears were burning. The only thing worse than worrying about Graham being a manwhore was the possibility that there was someone out there who had actually meant something to him—meant enough to permanently mark his body with her name.
Tig looked at me, sensing my discomfort then turned to Graham. “Who’s Genevieve?”
Graham looked at me when he answered, “She’s an ex-girlfriend. Like I said, the tattoo was a mistake.” His expression lacked humor, and it made me even more curious about what might have happened between him and this woman.
Tig took out a book that featured all sorts of designs with details that could mask the letters of the name. Graham chose an intricate tribal design.
I stood there mesmerized, listening to the sound of the needle. The tension in the air was thick as Graham would look over at me from time to time. Tig was able to color in and shade over the name so that by the end, it looked like it was never there. The new tat looked super sexy against Graham’s