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She deadpanned.
    “Okay. So, Sweets, tell me what you do?” She rolled her eyes at me. I could tell I was seriously testing her patients with me, but I was having a hell of a good time getting her worked up.
    “Well for your information, Dame, I’m a Cosmetologist. I’m going to be working at Bangs Salon and Spa.” Well, she could seriously dish it with the Dame comment.
    “So does this mean free haircuts along with rubbing me down with oil and giving me a massage?” I couldn’t wait to see how she responded to this shit. I knew I was only poking the bear. And damn, if she wasn’t a grizzly.
    “Yes, I’ll cut your hair but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give you a massage. Hell would have to freeze over for that to happen.”
    I nudged her shoulder with my arm. “Chill, babe, I’m just playing around with you.”
    “Well, you don’t act like it. You seriously know how to push all of the wrong buttons.” Wow, I can’t believe she actually admitted that I pushed buttons. This was huge.
    Fucking huge.
    We finally pulled up to the register and started unloading our shit. She reached over for a separator to put between her stuff and mine, and I shook my head at her when she glanced back in my direction.
    “That won’t be necessary. I’m paying for all of this.” I reached in my back pocket and grabbed my wallet.
    She placed her hand on her hips and stood up on her tiptoes. “You are absolutely not paying for my stuff. I pay my own way. Besides, I don’t want you to think that just because you paid for something for me that I possibly owe you anything in return.”
    She was fucking cute as hell on her tiptoes. Small and mighty and all raw woman. She was a fucking beauty when she was mad or got sassy about something. She was pretty damn mesmerizing.
    “Nope, not going to work for me. You didn’t expect to have a king sized bed to dress so this is on me. I insist.” I walked up to the cash register and gave the cashier my debit card. “Please don’t accept her payment, I’ve got this covered.”
    This time, Sydney put both hands on her hips. “Seriously, Damien, I can pay my own way. This is so not necessary.”
    I gently placed my hand over her lips. And let me tell you, those plump lips were to die for. I could easily cover them with my own or have her wrap them around my cock. They felt so fucking good on my hand. Soft, wet, and sensual. “Babe, I got it. Trust me. We’re fucking even.”
    “I guess if you say so.” A small smile spread across her lips.
    “Yes, I say so. Now let’s get the hell out of here and over to Whole Foods.” I picked up all of the bags and started walking toward the exit. “I can’t be late for work today. I actually have to open the shop, after all.”
    “What kind of shop is that?” She looked at me with curiosity.
    “I’m a tattoo artist by day and in a band by night, babe.” I’d be damned if I wasn’t living the fucking dream. I loved my life. Jobs I loved to do and the women came easy.
    “Oh, cool. Where do you work?”
    “I work off the strip. I own my own shop. It’s called Blue Moon Ink.” I loved talking about my shop. It was my pride and joy.
    “Does this mean I get free tattoos?” She had a shy smile spread across those fucking luscious lips.
    “Hell, yeah, I will ink you.” We got in the SUV and I fired her up. I headed across the parking lot to Whole Foods.
    “I’ve always wanted another tattoo. Maybe I’ll come by and see you later on today so you can ink me.”
    “Where is your tattoo?” I didn’t recall seeing any on her.
    “Well, it’s private and not on display for everyone to see. If I told you, I might have to kill you.”
    Hmm, I wondered how private it could be. I knew I would find out eventually. This little diva was going to eventually be under me, over me, and beside me. It was only a matter of time.

Sydney
    “H ey, Damien, thanks for helping me get everything up into the apartment. I appreciate it.” I slipped