![]() ![]() The movement has been completely natural for her, an artist checking the canvas before thinking of a perfect design, but something happens. I could do the task, it'd be a small tattoo." Suddenly, the beautiful woman takes my hand and turns it to take a look at my wrist skin, sliding her thumb all over the spot. It's not that difficult, honestly, and pain depends on each one's tolerance. "I've been meaning to get one, my nephew's name on the inside of my wrist, but I've been told it's painful and I should look for an experienced artist since it's a delicate area, because of the veins." Ruby nods and smiles amused. I smile when I understand she's trying to keep the conversation in a neutral field and I decide to make things easy for her playing along. "Are you considering getting a tat?" she asks pointing at the blue book with her chin. She looks really awkward now while staring at me. Finally, she drops the pen and takes a look around realizing that we're alone here: someone is laughing at the back of the parlour, maybe Thyra or Lester, but they don't seem to be in a hurry to come back to the waiting room and Ruby frowns, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her black jeans. ![]() "Sounds good to me." Ruby nods with her eyes fixed on the book and writes something, clenching her chiselled jaw while I pray for Louisa to come back right now. "Great, we're going to a famous club on the 35th floor of a very tall building and the views of the city from the windows are breathtaking." "Thank you, we'll celebrate it tonight." I whisper while she seems to have found what she was looking for and gets closer to the counter again. The memory of her sweet nipples on my tongue makes me feel hot all of a sudden, damn it. Congratulations." Ruby tries to start a conversation kindly while rummaging on a drawer of the desk looking for something, her T-shirt falls forward allowing me to catch a glimpse of her breasts hid under her sports bra. "Savannah told me about your last success in your job. Even if her plump lips draw my eyes when I remember them so sweet and I can't help swallowing hard thinking of her silky skin under my hands. It's pretty clear she doesn't feel awkward despite she's in front of the woman with whom she got laid a month ago, the same one she ignored later, and that makes things easier for me: there won't be awkward silences tonight and I'll be able to have fun with the girls as if nothing had happened. I think she's not impressed by my outfit, all that effort for nothing, although on the other hand I feel relieved by her casual attitude. "I'm fine, thank you." I whisper with a grin on my face while she gets closer to the reception counter and writes something down on the appointment book without looking at me.
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