Sacred Vow (Angels Halo MC Next Gen #5) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,6
I was, Mav shot his gaze over my shoulder. His jaw flexed, but then he gave me that sweet smile of his that only I ever got to be the recipient of. “Just a few more days and then I can kiss you anytime I want,” he promised.
A mixture of excitement and trepidation clenched low in my gut. Once my dad knew about Maverick and me, everything would be okay. But him knowing about and actually accepting my relationship were two entirely different things. I wasn’t confident that Dad would be very understanding. I was his little princess, and he’d always said no man would ever be good enough for me in his eyes.
But in my eyes, there was no one better than Maverick.
“Love you,” I whispered.
His gray eyes filled with heat. “Love you, baby,” he whispered back before forcing himself to step away from the counter. “I have a little work still to do on the first client’s art. Let me know when they get here.”
“Sure thing, boss,” I said with a sassy little smirk that had his nostrils flaring. “Get to work, lazy.”
He turned his back on me, but I watched as he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. As he walked away, a text popped up on my phone.
Mav: I’ll work you later, baby.
I pressed my legs together, fighting the throb that pulsed at just reading his words.
Me: Promises. Promises.
Dropping my phone back on the counter, I forced myself to focus on my schoolwork. Happiness bubbled through my entire body.
Until the door opened and in walked Maverick’s first appointment.
Was it wrong to want to scratch up a person’s pretty face as soon as you set eyes on them? That was exactly what I wanted to do when the blonde walked through the door in a pair of cutoff shorts that left her ass cheeks hanging out and a top that was little more than a bralette. Her hair was styled in a sexy, disheveled kind of way that made people think she’d just had wild sex. She was wearing designer heels, which told me she was one of the rich college girls from Trinity.
Her skin was ink-free, so I knew this was her first tattoo, but she didn’t look nervous like some first-time clients were. No, there was heat in her eyes instead of anxiety and fear of the unknown.
Jealousy began to burn through me, and my stomach started to churn. Gritting my teeth, I closed my book and stood. “Welcome to the Ink Shoppe. Can I help you?”
Her light-brown eyes slid over me, taking in my loose jeans and the black tank top I was wearing. Between my ponytail and makeup-free face, I probably looked younger than I really was, which, of course, made this girl consider me a non-threat to her.
“I have a date with Maverick,” she said as she walked toward the counter, her glossy lips lifting in a snide little smile.
My hands fisted, but she couldn’t see them with me standing behind the counter. I wanted nothing more than to shred her pretty face, but I knew that would cause problems all around. “Sure,” I muttered. “Give me a moment.”
She nodded, and I walked into the back toward Maverick’s room. He was sitting at his art station, drawing. His back was to me, and I took a moment to cool my jealousy by watching him. He’d pulled off his cut, and it was hanging on the wall, leaving him in a band T-shirt that stretched tightly across his muscled back. His short dark hair was standing up slightly on top as if he’d carelessly run his fingers through it a few times. What little I could see of his face told me he was deep in thought as he sketched the addition to the tattoo he was creating.
Glancing over my shoulder to make sure Uncle Spider was still in his office, I walked into Maverick’s room. Just as I reached him, his arm shot out and snaked around me, pulling me down onto his lap, and he buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby, you smell so good.”
Shivering as he kissed just under my ear, I arched into his caressing lips. “Your appointment is here,” I informed him in a tight voice.
“Yeah? Good for her.” He bit down on my shoulder before lifting his head. “Uh oh.” He tightened his arms around me. “You really are pissed now.”