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“See, you’re attracted to her! I can tell by how you're looking at her. You guys should at least do one date.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Ahmad cut me off. “Autumn, are you here to get your tattoo finished or to play matchmaker?”
She smacked her lips and sat down in the chair.
“I’m just trying to help the both of you not be lonely for the rest of your lives,” she mumbled.
“Who said I was lonely?” I defended.
“Do you have a boyfriend or anyone fucking you consistently?” My eyes widened.
“I…” I looked at Ahmad. Ahmad stared at me, amused like he wanted to know. “That doesn’t mean I’m lonely. I told you I don’t do relationships.”
Autumn sighed. “Whatever. You two are just going to be lonely forever, I guess.” She tossed her hands up in defeat.
I shook my head.
Ahmad gave my body one more once over, running his tongue over his bottom lip.Damn, I would love for him to do that someplace else.
“Alright, let’s get started,” he finally said, taking his eyes off me.
I sighed in relief. The more he watched me like he wanted to devour me, the more I wanted him to.
CHAPTER 8
Ahmad
What were the odds that the same girl my sister wouldn’t leave me alone about was the same girl that hadn’t left my thoughts since I first met her?
When my eyes landed on Fatima, I was shocked to see her with Autumn. She looked just as shocked. Then when I looked her over, I had to force my dick not to rock up.
She had on a sundress that hugged her slight frame. Outside of her work clothes, I could see that Fatima had a cute little figure to her. It still wasn’t what I was used to, but it fit her. Fatima had a youthful face and body of a grown woman.
When I went to the coffee shop and she wasn’t there, it threw my whole day off. I was hoping to see her in better spirits than the last time I saw her, hoping she had taken my advice and stopped feeling sorry for herself.
Fatima had been sitting across from me in front of Autumn since I started the tattoo. When she spoke to my sister, she seemed different than when I talked to her. She wasn’t stuttering over words or nervous. They had been talking about random shit. She attempted to keep Autumn’s focus off the tattoo. Every once in a while, I would look up at Fatima and see her laughing or smiling at something Autumn had said to her. Her smile brightened up her entire face.
Her high cheekbones would go up so much that her eyes almost squinted. She had a genuine laugh and a soft smile. Her smile was gorgeous. She had straight teeth and they were Colgate white. The lip gloss on her medium size lips made them look bigger and juicier.
I was happy to see she was in a better mood today. When she would catch me looking at her, she would give me a closed lipped grin and then look back at my sister.
“Look, I’m done. That wasn’t bad, was it?” I said, wiping off the tattoo.
“Bull. This will be my one and only tattoo,” Autumn complained.
“You’re dramatic as hell, Autumn.” I shook my head.
Fatima stood up and walked over so that she was closer to me.
“Wow, this looks great.” She looked at me. “You’re superb.”
“What can I say? I’m good at everything I do.” I licked my lips and looked her up and down. Her cheeks turned red and she twisted her hair in her fingers.
“I bet you are.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
Winking at her, I turned my attention back to my sister. “Go over there and check it out.”
Autumn got out of the chair and went to the mirror. “So, you next?” I asked Fatima, cleaning my area up.
