Bad Ink , livre ebook

Bad Ink Part II
Lily’s Submission

By: Michelle White
COPYRIGHT INFO
Copyright 2014 Michelle White
"This book is a work of fiction. The names. Characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental"
© 2014
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TABLE OF CONTENTS

COPYRIGHT INFO
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About The Author
CHAPTER 1
Lily shoved him so hard that he actually stumbled a few steps. Since he was holding her against the wall, that turned out to be a pretty bad decision because she almost fell, barely managing to catch her balance. He smirked at her as he tugged up the zipper of his pants.
“What was that for?” he asked.
He watched as she dressed, yanking her skirt into place with quick, jerky movements. “You can’t keep doing this, you know,” she snapped. “Coming in here and just...fucking me whenever you feel like it.”
A chill passed through him. “Are you complaining?”
She stomped off to the door and didn’t answer him. He followed her. Why was she so angry? If anything, he was the one with the right to be pissed. She’d lied to him. Made him think that nothing had happened between them even though he’d asked her directly if anything had. He’d spent the last week thinking about her, racking his brain every night, trying to remember what had happened the evening he’d gotten the tattoo. He hadn’t been able to sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Work had been terrible because he wasn’t able to concentrate the next day. His coworkers attributed his bad mood to the fact that he and Mandy had broken up, and he didn’t care to correct them. They already thought he was enough of an asshole, the way he had to push his team to launch their next marketing campaign by the deadline. Why add to the fire by telling them he was obsessed over some girl he’d just met and fucked one night--and then didn’t even remember it the next morning when he saw her again? Even thinking it made him cringe. He knew he was no saint, but he wasn’t a complete jerk-off. Not normally, anyway.
He’d called Mandy on Tuesday finally. Not that he wanted to salvage their relationship. He had no idea what he wanted anymore. She was hot as hell and they had a good time together whenever she wasn’t pissed off. Not to mention the awesome sex. She had always been more adventurous, daring him to try new things, always willing to get kinkier. He would definitely miss that. But he was no longer completely absorbed with everything she did like he once was.
She had played her usual tricks, asking him questions she already knew the answer to, prompting him to apologize. But he wasn’t into the game anymore, and suddenly, when she reached the part of the script where she asked him if he had slept with any other girl or even wanted to sleep with another girl, he remembered. The moment came crashing back--walking into the tattoo parlor, angry at Mandy, sexually frustrated because he wasn’t going to get any that night. Seeing Lily looking all hot behind the counter. The perfect moment when they were alone together.
Then there was the feeling of being betrayed, of being lied to straight to his face. He’d spent the rest of the week seething, going back and forth between confronting her about the situation, or just letting it go. Maybe asking her out to dinner and doing it right.
Not that there was anything wrong with the way they had done it.
But when he’d walked into the tattoo place, he’d taken one look at her and instinct had taken over and all he could feel was more sexual frustration and more anger.
“Why are you so angry anyway?” he asked when they reached the front desk. She didn’t meet his eyes, busying herself with some paperwork on the counter.
“How will you be paying for today’s session?” she asked.
“Hey. Come on. Look at me.”
She did, but it was a look that could kill. “What do you want?”
He opened his mouth, but had nothing to say. He tried again, surprising himself. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know.” She raised her voice. “So while you find out, you’re just going to mess around with me, is that right?”
“I don’t know what you’re so pissed off about. I didn’t hear you complaining back there or telling me to stop.”
Her cheeks filled with color. She cleared her throat. After a long, awkward silence, she said, “A lapse in judgment.”
He snorted. “You got that right.”
She crossed her arms and glared up at him. Damn, he wished she didn’t look so cute when she was angry, her lips puckered, still bruised from their kisses, her brows drawn together, her eyes dark and intense. “What about your girlfriend?”
“My ex.” He gestured at his tattoo, which was already a few shades lighter after the first laser session. “Or have you forgotten--I hate Mandy.”
Her lips twitched like she was trying hard not to smile. “It’s over?”
“Yeah. It was over before I’d even met you.” He propped his forearms over the counter, trying to inch closer to her. It was so weird. They’d just been fucking against the wall earlier, and now he was afraid to touch her. Like she was some wild animal that would buck away if he made any sudden movements. “I’m free as a bird.”
She smiled, but it was a cynical one, and sighed in exasperation. “And you assume that I’m free also?”
“Oh.” He straightened. He’d never even considered that she might have a boyfriend. “You’re not?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why did you...imply it?”
She shrugged. “To wipe that smirk off your face.” She bent her head again and passed a piece of paper to him. “Sign that at the bottom. And I need to take your payment.