“Five-hundred,” I ordered after wrapping up her tat. “Pay up and get out.”

A tattoo as easy as hers wouldn’t cost nearly as much as I was charging, but I was in that kind of mood.

She made a small pout but wisely, didn’t argue. She knew better than that. The reputation I’d built up over the last four years preceded me.

“Don’t worry. I left you a little extra ass candy.”

“Really?” she squealed. The stupid bitch actually turned, hoping to see her tattoo. Fucking airheads.

“Listen, Lucy—”

“Lacy.”

“I have shit to do and you’re holding me up.” I snapped my fingers for the money, ready to toss her out on the street with or without the money.

“Oh, um…”

I peered down at her and felt my jaw clench. “Fucking A. You don’t have the money, do you?”

“Not—not quite that much.”

“How… much?”

“Two.”

“Leave the money on the table and get out. Don’t come back.” I was already turning away, expecting her to be gone sooner rather than later.”

“Oh, wait! I know.”

You have no fucking idea.

I kept moving to my back office with her on my heels. My mood only darkened when I sat behind the large mahogany desk, and she followed me to her knees.

“Last chance. Leave,” I warned.

“But don’t you want me to pay you first?” She ran her hands up my legs and even with my jeans separating us, my body ran cold. “I’ve got something better than money,” she purred.

“Oh, yeah?” I ran my fingers through her hair. “What’s that?”

“Let me show you,” she replied as she attempted to unbuckle my belt. My hands stopped her as I leaned forward.

“You want to suck?” She licked her lips and dropped her head forward, but my hand suddenly in her hair stopped her as I used her hair as a leash. “I asked you a fucking question.”

“Yes. I want to suck.”

I let my smile take over my features, which seemed to bring her ease. “Well, then suck you shall. But it won’t be my dick.”

“You want me to suck someone else?”

I suppressed the urge to shake my head. These Hollywood sluts have little shame.

“I want you to stick those pouty little lips,” I pointed to where the pipe stuck out from the wall, “on that rusty pipe over there.”

“What?”

“Now. Suck that pipe, Lacy. Make it feel good.”

“But I could get sick,” she whined.

“I simply don’t give a fuck. I gave you the chance to leave.” When she continued to hesitate, I lost the last bit of patience I had. “Do it or I make you, and I can’t guarantee you’ll still have all your teeth when I’m through.”

She stood to her feet and crossed the room to the pipe. I watched her long enough to see her lower to her knees before picking up my cell. When the voice on the other end spoke, I wasted no time digging in her ass. “What did I tell you about sending your slut bucket friends to my shop and promising them a discount?”

“Isn’t that like the pot calling the kettle black?”

“Come again?”

“If anyone is a slut, it’s you… King Slut.”

I sat back in my desk chair feeling more annoyed with each second that passed... “Where did you hear this?”

“During my recent short but pleasurable stay in the lovely town of Six Forks.”

“I haven’t been there in four years, Di.”

“Yes, but apparently, you’re a legend because the ladies still curse your very existence and your dick.”

“Well, maybe it’s time I stop sending you there. I pay you to get useful information, not gossip.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?’

“Depends on who you’re talking to.” I held my breath, waiting, as only the sound of her breathing passed through the phone.

“I didn’t see him.”

“Of course not. He’s probably still being a studious college twat for his little princess.”

“Keiran? A twat? Studying?”

“You don’t know him so don’t pretend you do.”

“So why did you send me back to that hot ass place if you knew he wouldn’t be there?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking,” I barked to the blonde when she lifted her head.

“My jaw hurts.”