Page 21 of Just a Little Prick

“How much?” she asked.

“Regular price. No discounts or anything. It only took me about twenty minutes, so.”

“Right, hundred even.” She tapped on the tablet as we talked. “Send her my way when she’s ready and I’ll check her out.”

I nodded. “Right. And after this, I’m out for the night.”

“Gotcha.” She nodded, although the look she gave me was suggestive. “Have fun.”

“Whatever, Zoe.”

I brought the instructions to Lora, folded neatly, and put them in her hand. “Here you go. Enjoy, all right? Follow the instructions and call the shop if you have any questions or concerns. Once it’s healed, we’ll see if you need a touch-up, okay?”

“Okay, yeah.” She slipped the paper into her bag without looking at it. Hopefully she’d check them later and see my note. “Thank you. I’ll, um…see you around?”

“Yeah. See you soon, Lora.” I gave her a nod.

She smiled, then turned away, going up front. I watched her for a moment, then started cleaning my station. I wanted to get out of here fast tonight.

* * * * *

“Here by yourself tonight?” The girl behind the bar slid me another beer, leaning forward and giving me a great view down her top.

I took a moment to look at her full breasts, framed by her curls of pale blond hair.

“For the moment,” I replied, winking at her.

She smiled. Pretty girl, blond and blue-eyed, all-American looking.

But still, she wasn’t Lora.

How had I let that girl get so deep under my skin?

I didn’t usually come to The Machine Shop. It was a little out of the way, a little rougher than The Republic, but it was also quieter. Nobody I knew really liked it. The chance of Kenzie wandering in with her friends, or any of the guys from work coming with some girl, were slim.

A good place to go for a little privacy.

The girl folded her arms at the counter, bent at the waist. Gorgeous body. “Well. If you’re looking for company later tonight, my shift ends at nine.”

“Does it? Well. We’ll see.” I lifted my bottle toward her in a mock-salute, then put it to my lips for a long sip. She smiled, then turned to take care of some other patrons.

A soft hand landed on my arm.

I turned my head, grinning. “I was hoping you’d show up.”

Lora smiled at me. She was still in that cute flannel top, her hair down now. Her sleeves were rolled up, the tattoo exposed.

She looked so good. My cock was already responding to her presence.

“Thanks. For the note.” Lora sat down beside me.

“Of course,” I said, waving for the bartender. “Figured we’d both enjoy a drink.”

Lora ordered a beer, then turned to me and raised her eyebrows. “Just a drink? I thought you were going for something else.”

I chuckled. “I could be persuaded, you know.”

“And what would that take?” Lora’s expression went serious and she leaned one elbow on the bar, staring me down.

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