Surrender of a Tattooist: Obsessive Dark Romance Alpha Bad Boy (Tattooist Series Book 2) by Lexy Timms Page A
Authors: Lexy Timms
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while. But know I won’t take sides if the two of you decide to wage war. In case you’re wondering, I told her all that before I agreed to have her come on.”
Cara and he were history, old news. “That’s fair.” He couldn’t argue with Hawk.
Hawk nodded and said, “We just had five dudes walk in. Get your shit together, please.” He grinned. “Get out there and sell some chair time. Please.”
Cliff nodded and Hawk left. Cliff took a long breath and pulled himself together. He could do this. It had been years, after all, and no matter why she had left, the fact remained that she had. They were over and had been for years, and he felt nothing at all for her.
Nothing but anger and dislike.
That bothered him.
He’d always been told that love and hatred were two sides of the same coin and that if a person could feel either one of those for someone, they weren’t over them yet.
Pixie .
He had Pixie. How had he forgotten that for a moment?
He was with her, and he cared for her like crazy. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her. Now Cara was here, stirring up the whole pot of stuff she’d left him to deal with. That didn’t bode well for him and Pixie, and he had to let that anger go if he was going to be able to handle it all. He pushed the Cara issues aside. They were history. Old news. He just needed to keep telling himself that again and again.
He walked out into the shop. Naturally the guys were clustered around Cara like a group of stars around a larger constellation. One of them saw him and another saw Hawk, and they came toward them.
Cliff managed to smother his seesawing emotions and focus on work.
CHAPTER 10
Pixie came out of the interview with a smile still on her face. Things were likely, that was the best way she could think to describe how she felt. Her getting that job was likely. She got into her car and sat down, her hand going to her phone. First she stomped her feet, shook her head, and screamed with excitement.
She hit the screen and called Cliff, but he didn’t answer. He was probably working then. Disappointment, small but real, filled her. She was eager to tell him that she had been asked to come back for a second interview, something she knew was important.
She was doing it.
She was adulting.
A grin lit her face again. If anyone had said that to her a few weeks before, she would have cursed them out and told them she’d been an adult for years… but she hadn’t been, and she knew it.
Cliff made her want things she had never considered before. Things she would have said were the things that didn’t interest her at all. She wanted him to see her as more than flighty Pixie. She wanted him to see her as a grown woman, an independent one—independent not just in spirit either, but financially too. She wanted him to see her as a woman he would be proud to have in his life, one who would bring her own to the table instead of just eating from his.
The shop might be busy, but if she popped in for just a moment, just long enough to peek in and give him a thumbs-up, he wouldn’t mind. She turned her car toward the congested highway, her smile getting bigger as she imagined his face lighting up with pride. Maybe he’d give her one of those slow winks that heated her blood and sent her mind racing toward deliciously dirty little scenarios.
The 405 was packed and she got stuck in traffic for nearly an hour, something she always hated. The congestion was so thick that she could only creep through the traffic mere inches at a time. Her impatience grew with every single second. Her fingers tapped the wheel, and she swiped a hand through her hair then groaned as a man in a glossy and extremely expensive sports car cut her off.
She finally burst out of the bottleneck, but irritation had replaced her former happiness. She tried to set it aside but the heat and the long trek had her out of sorts and her ire got a little higher when she tried to park and couldn’t
Cara and he were history, old news. “That’s fair.” He couldn’t argue with Hawk.
Hawk nodded and said, “We just had five dudes walk in. Get your shit together, please.” He grinned. “Get out there and sell some chair time. Please.”
Cliff nodded and Hawk left. Cliff took a long breath and pulled himself together. He could do this. It had been years, after all, and no matter why she had left, the fact remained that she had. They were over and had been for years, and he felt nothing at all for her.
Nothing but anger and dislike.
That bothered him.
He’d always been told that love and hatred were two sides of the same coin and that if a person could feel either one of those for someone, they weren’t over them yet.
Pixie .
He had Pixie. How had he forgotten that for a moment?
He was with her, and he cared for her like crazy. He was pretty sure he was falling in love with her. Now Cara was here, stirring up the whole pot of stuff she’d left him to deal with. That didn’t bode well for him and Pixie, and he had to let that anger go if he was going to be able to handle it all. He pushed the Cara issues aside. They were history. Old news. He just needed to keep telling himself that again and again.
He walked out into the shop. Naturally the guys were clustered around Cara like a group of stars around a larger constellation. One of them saw him and another saw Hawk, and they came toward them.
Cliff managed to smother his seesawing emotions and focus on work.
CHAPTER 10
Pixie came out of the interview with a smile still on her face. Things were likely, that was the best way she could think to describe how she felt. Her getting that job was likely. She got into her car and sat down, her hand going to her phone. First she stomped her feet, shook her head, and screamed with excitement.
She hit the screen and called Cliff, but he didn’t answer. He was probably working then. Disappointment, small but real, filled her. She was eager to tell him that she had been asked to come back for a second interview, something she knew was important.
She was doing it.
She was adulting.
A grin lit her face again. If anyone had said that to her a few weeks before, she would have cursed them out and told them she’d been an adult for years… but she hadn’t been, and she knew it.
Cliff made her want things she had never considered before. Things she would have said were the things that didn’t interest her at all. She wanted him to see her as more than flighty Pixie. She wanted him to see her as a grown woman, an independent one—independent not just in spirit either, but financially too. She wanted him to see her as a woman he would be proud to have in his life, one who would bring her own to the table instead of just eating from his.
The shop might be busy, but if she popped in for just a moment, just long enough to peek in and give him a thumbs-up, he wouldn’t mind. She turned her car toward the congested highway, her smile getting bigger as she imagined his face lighting up with pride. Maybe he’d give her one of those slow winks that heated her blood and sent her mind racing toward deliciously dirty little scenarios.
The 405 was packed and she got stuck in traffic for nearly an hour, something she always hated. The congestion was so thick that she could only creep through the traffic mere inches at a time. Her impatience grew with every single second. Her fingers tapped the wheel, and she swiped a hand through her hair then groaned as a man in a glossy and extremely expensive sports car cut her off.
She finally burst out of the bottleneck, but irritation had replaced her former happiness. She tried to set it aside but the heat and the long trek had her out of sorts and her ire got a little higher when she tried to park and couldn’t
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