Page 21 of Savage King
“I have a client coming in.”
“I know. I’m the client. Sorry for the little white lie. Obviously, I’m not Max, but I didn’t want you to hang up on me.”
I press my lips together, my heart pounding in my chest.Fuck.
“How did you find me?” Thank God my voice sounds strong.
“I have my ways. I have a bone to pick with you.”
I back away when he reaches up to brush my hair with his fingers, and he frowns at me.
“You should go.”
“Not happening. Now, that bone.”
My eyes immediately fall to his crotch, and Mateo barks out a laugh.
“Okay,twobones, then.” He shakes his head. “You’re a dirty girl, Savage. I fucking love it.”
I study him as I work to suck in air and keep my face calm.
“You didn’t have to schedule an appointment just to throw it in my face that you know who I am.”
“No, but Idoneed an appointment if I want a tattoo.” He grins and whips his black T-shirt off, and for fuck’s sake.
Warn a girl.
“I have space right here.” He brushes his hand over his ribs, just under his arm on his right side.
“Let me guess. Someone’s name? Tribal ink? ‘Live, Laugh, Love’?”
His eyes narrow on me. “None of that. I want a pocket watch with the hands set to 12:37.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Okay. Do you want the chain as well?”
“Yep, and it snakes down my side to my hip.”
Nodding, I look at his skin, so tanned and smooth. “Got it. Give me ten.”
I turn to walk away, but he follows me.
“I can draw this without you.”
“But you can also draw itwithme.” He reaches up to tuck my hair back again, but I duck out of his way, and he clenches his jaw. “Why won’t you let me fucking touch you?”
“I don’t ever let clients touch me.”
That has all humor fleeing from his face, and he steps into me, nudges my chin up, and leans down to say into my ear, “I know what you sound like when you come all over my cock, Violet. We’re not strangers.”
I clear my throat and pull out of his grip, not looking him in the face.
I don’t know what his game is. Is he going to hurt me for drugging him? Does he even realize that’s what happened?
Maybe he just thinks that he fell asleep. Hedidfight last night, so maybe he was tired.
I get to work sketching what I have in my head on my iPad, trying to ignore the way Mateo hovers, but there is no ignoring someone like this man.
He’sundeniable.
