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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
“I didn’t see you.” I grabbed her lip-gloss that had rolled away and held it out to her.
She grabbed the tube from my hand and glared at me with the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. “Obviously.” She scanned the ground.
Instead of helping her, I stared at her like an idiot.
Her hair was an amazing shade of brown with glints of red that sparkled in the light. The straight, smooth locks hung just past her shoulders. She had a small nose, full red lips, high cheekbones, and large hazel eyes with flecks of gold.
“Hey, I said I’m sorry and I am.” Standing, I tried to be a gentleman and held my hand out to her.
Her eyes moved up my body, slowly at first, before she stopped on my face with scrunched eyebrows. Her skin felt like silk against my rough palm as she placed her hand in mine. In one quick motion I pulled her to her feet. Her crinkled forehead and hardened face disappeared and were replaced with softness. She pulled her hand away from mine with a weak smile and a reddened face.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked, still staring. It wasn’t her beauty that had attention, but something about her eyes – a familiarity that I couldn’t place.
She used the back of her hand to brush the dirt off her yoga pants. “I’m fine. No need to make it up to me. Just maybe watch where you’re walking next time. You’re kind of like getting hit by a Mack truck.” She laughed. “Hey, I’m sorry I was such a bitch. Just a bad night and shitty morning and you’re the icing on the cake.”
Tilting my head, I gave her a small smile. “I understand. The last twelve hours haven’t exactly been stellar for me either.”
She fidgeted with her phone but kept her eyes locked on mine.
“Got everything?” I asked. I needed to leave. I didn’t need to complicate my shit any further.
“Yeah, I think so. Thanks for stopping to help.”
“I’m not a dick, well at least not all the time.” I grinned. “How could I not stop and help the beautiful lady that I knocked over? I hope your day gets better from here.” God, I sounded like a total moron, but I couldn’t stop the verbal diarrhea that leaked from my mouth. “Let me get the door for you.” I rushed and pushed it open.
“Thank you,” she said, brushing against my body as she tried to fit through the doorway, my torso blocking the small entrance.
A hint of lilac or some flowery shit filled the air, disappearing with the distance between us.
“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime,” I said, not ready to walk away.
She smiled at me before turning around and walking away.
“Yeah, I’m here every day.”
When did I turn into Mr. f**king Rogers? I couldn’t stop myself.
“Maybe we can work out together or something,” I yelled to her.
I’m officially a pu**y.
“Sure.” She didn’t sound too eager, but then again, she didn’t say no. She placed her bag next to the desk and signed in.
I watched her as I walked toward my truck.
My c**k was hard last night when I went to Tammy’s and that turned in to a clusterfuck of epic proportions without at least getting off for my troubles.
Seeing the girl that I crashed into wearing a tight hot pink workout tank top and black yoga pants turned my dick into granite.
Obviously I needed my f**king head examined.
I flipped on the lights at Inked as I walked through the door to peace and quiet. An ice cold shower didn’t do much to take my thoughts off the hot piece of ass I ran into at the gym.
As I sat down at the front desk my phone danced across the appointment book. It hadn’t stop vibrating from the non-stop messages.
The girl was f**king clueless.
Last night my exact words to her were, “Don’t ever call me again, you crazy bitch.” I thought it was pretty cut and dry. My words were simple to understand, but apparently she didn’t get the f**king message.
When her car beeped in the parking lot, I braced myself for her bullshit. Izzy would have a f**king field day when she heard about Tammy. I held my breath, tapped the pencil next to my jiggling phone and kept my head down as she breezed through the door chattering on her phone to her ass**le flavor of the month.
Izzy isn’t an easy girl – she made the guys earn everything she gave.
Growing up with four brothers hadn’t been easy for her— we didn’t leave her the opportunity to be easy. Most of her boyfriends got chased away when she was younger, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle herself, but we made sure to keep her ass out of trouble.
She threw her bag on the floor next to her station before coming to a dead stop in front of me. I snuck a peek at her. She squinted at me, already reading me like an open book, shaking her head.
“I gotta go, John,” she said into her phone, popping her gum and looking at the ceiling. Her hands opened and closed, with her fingertips touching telling me that he was rambling. “Bye, John. I don’t have time for this shit. I’ll talk to you later.” She pressed on the screen before blowing out a puff of air. She leaned over and spit her gum in the trashcan. Classic Izzy.
“What’s wrong?” Cocking her head, she waited, rubbing her finger across her lips.
“Nothing.” I didn’t want to tell her, but I knew it was inevitable.
“You boys are so bad at hiding shit. I’ve spent a lifetime studying you jackasses. I know you better than you know yourself. I’m guessing woman problems. Just tell me, because I won’t stop asking until you do.”