Nine: A pINK Novel (A pINK Series Book 1) by K.S. Thomas

Author:K.S. Thomas [Thomas, K.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pink, tattoo artist, humor, forbidden romance, tattoo shop
Publisher: Never Did Point North Publishing
Published: 2016-06-28T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Heartbreaker

“Do you want to talk about this now, or later?” Sketch and Mouth are both standing less than three feet from me. Ignoring them will be a challenge. Not impossible, but it will definitely require a great amount of effort. I’m not sure it’s worth it.

“I never want to talk about Marcus.” Playing dumb has to be tried. It’s a given. They expect it and I need to feel like I at least tried to put up a fight before rolling over like a wuss.

“Oh, neither do we. That’s why we’re here to talk about Lucas.” Mouth marches straight into my station and spreads out in the chair usually reserved for people who have a date with my needle. She probably shouldn’t tempt me like that.

“He seemed awfully upset after the three of you had your little meet and greet out back. What, the family reunion didn’t go so well?” Sketch meanders in as well, taking a less invasive position leaning against the wall. Of course, she’s staying upright for a reason: so she can stare me down from up there.

“What is it going to take, Huh? Just tell me what you want to hear and I’ll say it so we can all get back to work and pretend this is a real business that needs to make real money and shit to stay open.”

“We want to hear if you’re still craving guacamole or if you finally got your fix.” Mouth wiggles her eyebrows, grinning widely.

“But I don’t want to hear it in avocado code. Just spit it out. Did you cave? Did you do the nasty with Pru’s kid?”

I wince. “Why are you being mean to me?”

Sketch claps her hands together triumphantly. “Ha! I knew you would.”

“You knew nothing!” I inform her proudly. “I did not have sex with him!” It’s a technicality at this point, but one I’m prepared to ride out as long as Sketch is insisting on calling him Pru’s kid.

“Not even a little?” Mouth prods.

“How can you have a little sex with someone?” Sketch inquires, but it’s more for the sake of prolonging this torture than actual interest.

“You know...if he only puts it in a little...” Mouth shrugs, clearly not having thought this through.

“Nobody put anything anywhere,” I declare boldly. Now I really am lying.

“Uh-huh.” Sketch folds her arms, letting me know she’s settling in and getting comfortable. “If that were even remotely true you wouldn’t have a hickey the size of Texas right above your collar bone, smack in the center of your tat. Don’t think I can’t tell. I drew that piece up myself. I know it’s not supposed to have a purple splotch right there in the middle of it.”

I tug at my tank top as if I have any hope of covering up the patch of skin she’s talking about. I didn’t even think to look for evidence Lucas’s thorough mouth work might have left behind after our shower this morning.

“Fine. Some things were put some places,” I concede shamefully.

“And?” Mouth’s eyes look like they may bulge out at me at any second.

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