the air mattress come from?” Camaron turns around to face me “Oh yeah, babe, I went and bought that for you until your furniture comes. Do you like it? I bought you the best one. The guy says that it feels like sleeping on a cloud.”
Wow, another kick to the gut. I should have just stayed with the guys for drinks because this night just keeps getting worse. I smile at him, because, again, I can’t let him see what his words are doing to me. “I do, thank you, you’re very considerate.”
I turn and head down the hallway to the bathroom and I hear him yell back to me “Anything for you, Sam, you know that!”
I shake my head and close the door. I stand there looking into the mirror, hearing Gabby's voice in my head, “ He doesn’t think you’re beautiful, it’s just a term of endearment.” Maybe she was right—maybe he’ll never see me the way I want him to.
The next morning I am up and ready by nine. I didn’t know what I was going to do if the shop wasn’t open yet, but to my surprise, Axel had the shop open already and was actually doing a tattoo. I walk in, wave good morning, and head off to my office where, hopefully, I will be able to avoid Camaron for a while. I know I’m pathetic acting this way, I mean he really didn’t do anything wrong. He was just being considerate, but it still stung. I did sleep really well on that damn mattress, it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud, but I would never tell him that. I open up my door and see vase of daisies on my desk. I head over and grab the card. RC~ Welcome to the team
Carrie . . . she honestly is such a sweetie. I head back out to the front to find her and thank her, but as I look around, I don’t see her. I approach Axels’ station where he has this grown man looking like he is about to cry. The man’s arm is up over his face and he is moaning like he’s being run over by a Mack truck. Axel has his black gloves on, the gun in his hand, and is wearing black glasses that make him look so . . . hot. Axel doesn't notice me standing in the entryway just watching him ink this man’s stomach—he keeps focus on inking and then wiping away the excess.
“Excuse me, Axel, is Carrie around?” He stops inking and looks back at me.
“Good Morning, Samantha. No, she doesn't get in until about 11, why are you here so early?” I look at him a little confused wondering if she didn't leave the daisies, but that maybe he did.
“I just wanted to get a head start on all the paperwork I organized before our meeting this afternoon. Do you know who left the daisies on my desk? I thought it was Carrie, but if she isn’t here then obviously it wasn’t her.” I chuckle a little because, damn, I feel out of place with Axel staring at me and a huge tattooed giant looking up from the table.
“They’re from all of us. Carrie asked me to pick them up yesterday and I hope you like them.”
He turns back to the giant on the table and starts to ink again. “I do, thank you, Axel.”
I only get a grunt as I turn and walk back to my little office.
Later that morning, I hear the angels singing because I am completely done organizing the sales receipts and purchase orders. I am so excited that I do a little shake in my chair and I may have let out a “YES” as I pump my arms in the air. I take a few minutes to celebrate my pathetic accomplishment and grab a notebook to start my ideas on increasing sales. Just as I am about to start in, I hear Camaron entering my space.
“Beautiful, what’s wrong? You’re avoiding me.” I look up and see that he has a puppy dog look on his face but he knows that something is bothering me and he cares enough to come back here and find out.
“What do you mean?” I try my hardest to keep my face blank.
“I know you’re upset, babe, no one knows you better than me. After your shower, you went right to bed. You left early this morning and haven’t come out of your office all day. I tried giving
Wow, another kick to the gut. I should have just stayed with the guys for drinks because this night just keeps getting worse. I smile at him, because, again, I can’t let him see what his words are doing to me. “I do, thank you, you’re very considerate.”
I turn and head down the hallway to the bathroom and I hear him yell back to me “Anything for you, Sam, you know that!”
I shake my head and close the door. I stand there looking into the mirror, hearing Gabby's voice in my head, “ He doesn’t think you’re beautiful, it’s just a term of endearment.” Maybe she was right—maybe he’ll never see me the way I want him to.
The next morning I am up and ready by nine. I didn’t know what I was going to do if the shop wasn’t open yet, but to my surprise, Axel had the shop open already and was actually doing a tattoo. I walk in, wave good morning, and head off to my office where, hopefully, I will be able to avoid Camaron for a while. I know I’m pathetic acting this way, I mean he really didn’t do anything wrong. He was just being considerate, but it still stung. I did sleep really well on that damn mattress, it felt like I was sleeping on a cloud, but I would never tell him that. I open up my door and see vase of daisies on my desk. I head over and grab the card. RC~ Welcome to the team
Carrie . . . she honestly is such a sweetie. I head back out to the front to find her and thank her, but as I look around, I don’t see her. I approach Axels’ station where he has this grown man looking like he is about to cry. The man’s arm is up over his face and he is moaning like he’s being run over by a Mack truck. Axel has his black gloves on, the gun in his hand, and is wearing black glasses that make him look so . . . hot. Axel doesn't notice me standing in the entryway just watching him ink this man’s stomach—he keeps focus on inking and then wiping away the excess.
“Excuse me, Axel, is Carrie around?” He stops inking and looks back at me.
“Good Morning, Samantha. No, she doesn't get in until about 11, why are you here so early?” I look at him a little confused wondering if she didn't leave the daisies, but that maybe he did.
“I just wanted to get a head start on all the paperwork I organized before our meeting this afternoon. Do you know who left the daisies on my desk? I thought it was Carrie, but if she isn’t here then obviously it wasn’t her.” I chuckle a little because, damn, I feel out of place with Axel staring at me and a huge tattooed giant looking up from the table.
“They’re from all of us. Carrie asked me to pick them up yesterday and I hope you like them.”
He turns back to the giant on the table and starts to ink again. “I do, thank you, Axel.”
I only get a grunt as I turn and walk back to my little office.
Later that morning, I hear the angels singing because I am completely done organizing the sales receipts and purchase orders. I am so excited that I do a little shake in my chair and I may have let out a “YES” as I pump my arms in the air. I take a few minutes to celebrate my pathetic accomplishment and grab a notebook to start my ideas on increasing sales. Just as I am about to start in, I hear Camaron entering my space.
“Beautiful, what’s wrong? You’re avoiding me.” I look up and see that he has a puppy dog look on his face but he knows that something is bothering me and he cares enough to come back here and find out.
“What do you mean?” I try my hardest to keep my face blank.
“I know you’re upset, babe, no one knows you better than me. After your shower, you went right to bed. You left early this morning and haven’t come out of your office all day. I tried giving
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