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environment—his environment—made her feel like a Plain Jane. She should have made more effort.
    As Sawyer entered the lobby, with his tall frame, broad shoulders and a lean muscular build, Rebecca realized he was the perfect size. He was a handsome man; eccentric, mysterious… Wait, what? Rebecca tried to shake the new thoughts rushing into her brain. Damn Neely and Coley for planting a seed to suggest that she may indeed be finding interest in Sawyer. He wasn't really Rebecca's type. She usually preferred normal, clean-cut, GQ-like guys; businessmen who wore suits to work. Sawyer was not anything she would even consider. Yes, this was all because of her girlfriends and their ability to get in her head, nothing more.
    "You ready for today?" Without waiting for an answer, Sawyer's gaze shifted from Rebecca to the employee behind the counter. "This is going to be a long session. You can lock up and call it a day. I won't be needing you anymore."
    Rebecca felt prickles rise up on the back of her neck. She was more nervous now to continue on with the tattoo than on the first day. She remembered the pain, and wasn't exactly excited to feel it again.
    "You look ready to go." Sawyer's gaze slid to her athletic attire. "It seems you are more prepared today." She still hadn't been dressed the part when she'd arrived at the second session two weeks ago, which had earned her a little lecture. So she'd made sure to do as she was instructed for this one.
    Rebecca nodded her head. "Trying to be more comfortable. Not exactly the most flattering look."
    "I like it." His admiring gaze lingered on her legs.
    "Thank you."
    He smiled and waited expectantly. It only took Rebecca an instant to realize he was waiting for her to stand up and lead the way.
    She started to rise when his hand reached out for her. He pulled her up so she was standing right in front of him. Her heart picked up speed. The delicious fragrance of his male scent enveloped her and Rebecca drank it in, drowning in unfamiliar sensations. What the hell was going on with her? Was this just nerves? She needed to get herself together.
    She took a big step away from him and forced a bright smile. She headed toward the back room, her heart racing, her brain pure mush.
    "I'm ready," she said. "A little nervous, but ready."
    "Are you all healed up?" he asked, following her into the back room.
    "I am, it wasn't too bad. A little bit of scabbing, but not as much as the first session."
    "Yeah, but once we do the color, it will scab up pretty good. It's important to keep the tattoo moist and not let it dry out."
    She reached the back room and just stood there. "Should I take my shirt off and sit like last time?" She shifted from one foot to the other, anxious to not have to look at him anymore. He seemed different today. More familiar, in a way. He was wearing a simple black shirt, jeans and sneakers. His dark hair curled upwards at the ends and wrapped around his face. His casual appearance had such a draw. She suddenly wanted to examine and study all of his tattoos and see what they were. At a glance, all she saw was a swirl of color and design.
    "Make yourself comfortable."
    He sat down in his chair, got his tattoo machine ready and started pouring the colored ink in little containers. Rebecca removed her shirt but kept her bra on, as she had before. She positioned herself on the chair, taking a deep breath to calm her raging nerves.
    "Did you tell Caine I said hi? Last time you were here, you said Neely and Caine were out of town," he said as he turned on his machine, dipped the tip into the ink, and moved into position to begin.
    "I told his wife. I haven't seen Caine. I told Neely that I was going to tell Caine to spank her for sending me to a spanko for a tattoo." Oh god, why did I say that? She glanced over her shoulder to see if she'd insulted him.
    He chuckled. "Oh, really?" He put his fingertips to her cheek and pushed her head forward. "That's not a very nice thing to do to