Page 33 of Killer's Obsession
“We’re pretty booked up,” I say, glancing at Memphis. “But my girl can check the schedule for you.”
The blonde doesn’t even look at Memphis, her eyes still fixed on me. “I’m sure I can make it worth it.” She leans further over the counter, making sure I get a good view down her shirt.
Before I can respond, Memphis steps forward, sliding smoothly between me and the counter. “Hi there, sweetie. I’m Memphis. I’ll be handling all appointments from now on.” Her voice is saccharine sweet, but there’s an edge to it that I’ve never heard before.
The blonde finally tears her eyes away from me to look at Memphis, her expression souring. “I think he and I can handle it,sweetie.”
Memphis tilts her head, her smile firmly in place. “Well, as he already told you. I handle the scheduling.” She makes a show of looking at the computer. “It looks like he’s fully booked for the next three weeks. But Marco has some openings this Friday if you’re interested.”
Blondie’s lips thin. “I’ll wait for Killer.”
“That could be a while,” Memphis says, still smiling. She reaches out and places her hand on my arm. “Babe, I’ve got this.”
Babe.
Hiding my grin, I play along. “Sure thing, baby.” I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head, making it clear exactly what Memphis is to me.
The blonde watches our exchange, her eyes narrowing. “Actually, I just remembered I have somewhere to be.” With her nose in the air, she turns on her heel and stalks out the door.
As soon as she’s gone, Memphis’s shoulders sag. “Sorry about that,” she says low as she turns to face me. “I don’t know what came over me.”
I chuckle, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. “Don’t apologize. Watching your claws come out was fucking hot.”
That blush I’m so addicted to creeps up her neck and into her cheeks. “Hot? Seriously?”
“So fucking hot.” I dip my head again and capture her lips in a kiss that’s just on the edge of inappropriate for the workplace. Not that I give the first fuck about any of that.
When I pull back, her eyes are a bit glazed, and I can’t help but feel smug about it. “I like it when you get possessive, Pet.”
The smile she shoots at me is a shy one. “Good to know.”
Jade calls out from across the shop, breaking the moment between us. “If you two are done making out, we’ve got actual work to do.”
Memphis jumps back, her blush deepening, but I just laugh.
“You heard the woman,” I tease, dropping one more quick kiss on her perfect lips before heading to my station to get set up for the day.
Chapter Eight
Memphis
I stare at the numbers on the computer screen, mentally calculating which slots I can fit today’s walk-ins into. I’ve been working at Saints Ink for five days now, and I’m starting to get the hang of this.
“Excuse me.”
I glance up at the tall blonde on the other side of the counter and feel my cheeks heat.
“Sorry. I was so zoned into this, I didn’t even hear the bell ring.”
She smiles. “It’s okay. I was wondering if anyone had time today to do some touch-up?” She shows me the side of her arm. She has a cool as hell watercolor peacock feather, but I can see that it needs a little touch-up in a few spots.
“Let me see what I can do.” I scan the schedule. Killer and Marco are booked all day, but… “Jade has an hour slot at four, if that works?”
The woman’s shoulders drop with relief. “Yes! Thank you so much.”
I jot down her name, process her deposit, and hand her a receipt. “Here you go, Cassie. We’ll see you at four.”
As she walks out, Jade saunters over, leaning her hip against my desk. Her sleeves of colorful tattoos are on full display with the tank she’s wearing, and her mass of dark hair is pulled into a messy bun on top of her head today.
