helping; you’re a life saver.”
I tower over her at my six foot three height. Leaning down, I kiss her cheek. “Anything for your cinnamon rolls,” I say, barely able to hold in my laughter as she pokes me in the side.
“Shush, you. Get out of here and enjoy the rest of your day,” she laughs. “I have work to do. Harry hired that girl and I have to set up all of her pre-employment testing as well as the rest of my work and what will soon be hers. Finally, there is light at the end of the tunnel.”
“So, she’s the new PR rep?” I ask. Trying to be casual. If Mom suspects I’m the least bit interested, she will start her matchmaking.
She nods her head yes. “And, she has a double major in marketing. We get two for the price of one. She just moved here from Ohio.”
I want to ask her more. I want to know everything she knows about the dark haired beauty named Tatum with the captivating green eyes. Instead of asking and letting my attraction to her over take my common sense, I say goodbye to my mother and head to the shop.
Every damn time I walk through the door of Self Expressions, our tattoo shop, I can’t help but smile. Asher and I always dreamed of this, and here we are living the dream. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
Ember is at the counter, eyes glued to her laptop, no doubt shopping online for her new apartment. I hear the hum of a tattoo gun so I can only assume Asher is hard at work. I don’t have a client until three, but this place is home to me. Ember looks up from her laptop. “How was mom?” she questions.
“Good. I carried all the boxes down to the basement for her. Harry hired a new PR rep while I was there, so hopefully her work load will decrease,” I tell her.
“That’s awesome. She has been carrying the load for so long, she won’t know what to do with herself,” she replies excitedly.
Asher appears with his client and hands Ember his cash out slip. “What’s awesome?”
“Harry finally hired a PR rep, so now maybe Mom can cut back and relax a little.”
“About damn time,” he says, turning to his client. “Let me know when you want to get started on that other piece,” he tells him. They fist bump and the guy in on his way.
“Another satisfied customer.” Asher grins.
Before I have a chance to reply, my cell rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see Heather’s name flash across the screen. I turn my phone so my siblings can see who it is. I’m already walking down the hall and out the back door before answering.
“Hey, stranger,” I say into the phone. I lean my back against the building with one foot propped up against the wall.
“Hey, yourself. How have you been?” she asks.
Heather and I dated after Beth and I broke up. It was a short-lived courtship. We have nothing in common well, except the sex. We dated for about three months and mutually decided it wasn’t working out and parted as friends. Heather is a model and flies all over the world. About six months later she called and said she was in Nashville for a video shoot and would love to get together. I didn’t have anything else going on, so I drove to Nashville to have dinner with her. One thing led to another and we ended up back at her hotel room. We spent the night together. The next morning, we went to breakfast, and then she went her way and I went mine. Neither of us has been in a serious relationship since. So, when she’s in town, she calls and we hook up. Heather is a beautiful girl. She and I both just want to be able to relieve some tension without a bunch of random hook-ups. It works for us. Hell, we have given each other dating advice. We talk about everything. She’s one of my closest friends, with benefits. We both have vowed when that special someone comes along, we will remain close friends and no hard feelings. It works for us.
“I’m good. Shop is busy as ever,” I reply. “How about you?”
“Doing well. I’m in Nashville shooting another music
I tower over her at my six foot three height. Leaning down, I kiss her cheek. “Anything for your cinnamon rolls,” I say, barely able to hold in my laughter as she pokes me in the side.
“Shush, you. Get out of here and enjoy the rest of your day,” she laughs. “I have work to do. Harry hired that girl and I have to set up all of her pre-employment testing as well as the rest of my work and what will soon be hers. Finally, there is light at the end of the tunnel.”
“So, she’s the new PR rep?” I ask. Trying to be casual. If Mom suspects I’m the least bit interested, she will start her matchmaking.
She nods her head yes. “And, she has a double major in marketing. We get two for the price of one. She just moved here from Ohio.”
I want to ask her more. I want to know everything she knows about the dark haired beauty named Tatum with the captivating green eyes. Instead of asking and letting my attraction to her over take my common sense, I say goodbye to my mother and head to the shop.
Every damn time I walk through the door of Self Expressions, our tattoo shop, I can’t help but smile. Asher and I always dreamed of this, and here we are living the dream. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
Ember is at the counter, eyes glued to her laptop, no doubt shopping online for her new apartment. I hear the hum of a tattoo gun so I can only assume Asher is hard at work. I don’t have a client until three, but this place is home to me. Ember looks up from her laptop. “How was mom?” she questions.
“Good. I carried all the boxes down to the basement for her. Harry hired a new PR rep while I was there, so hopefully her work load will decrease,” I tell her.
“That’s awesome. She has been carrying the load for so long, she won’t know what to do with herself,” she replies excitedly.
Asher appears with his client and hands Ember his cash out slip. “What’s awesome?”
“Harry finally hired a PR rep, so now maybe Mom can cut back and relax a little.”
“About damn time,” he says, turning to his client. “Let me know when you want to get started on that other piece,” he tells him. They fist bump and the guy in on his way.
“Another satisfied customer.” Asher grins.
Before I have a chance to reply, my cell rings. I pull it out of my pocket and see Heather’s name flash across the screen. I turn my phone so my siblings can see who it is. I’m already walking down the hall and out the back door before answering.
“Hey, stranger,” I say into the phone. I lean my back against the building with one foot propped up against the wall.
“Hey, yourself. How have you been?” she asks.
Heather and I dated after Beth and I broke up. It was a short-lived courtship. We have nothing in common well, except the sex. We dated for about three months and mutually decided it wasn’t working out and parted as friends. Heather is a model and flies all over the world. About six months later she called and said she was in Nashville for a video shoot and would love to get together. I didn’t have anything else going on, so I drove to Nashville to have dinner with her. One thing led to another and we ended up back at her hotel room. We spent the night together. The next morning, we went to breakfast, and then she went her way and I went mine. Neither of us has been in a serious relationship since. So, when she’s in town, she calls and we hook up. Heather is a beautiful girl. She and I both just want to be able to relieve some tension without a bunch of random hook-ups. It works for us. Hell, we have given each other dating advice. We talk about everything. She’s one of my closest friends, with benefits. We both have vowed when that special someone comes along, we will remain close friends and no hard feelings. It works for us.
“I’m good. Shop is busy as ever,” I reply. “How about you?”
“Doing well. I’m in Nashville shooting another music
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