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Shit. I didn’t want him to know my business. I tried grabbing it out of his hands, but he just turned away from me.
    “Are you running from something, Sydney?” He was looking straight at me bold brown eyes to Jade.
    I bit my bottom lip.
    Shit.
    Fuck.
    Hell.
    “No.” I lied again. “Let’s just exchange numbers, okay?” I took another sip of my water trying to wash away some of my shame.
    “Sure, yeah, I can do that.” I heard his phone ring in his pocket. He grabbed it out of his pants and silenced it.
    “I’m gonna head back to my room and get my bed made.” I started walking in the direction of my room, and he and Zeus were hot on my heels.
    “I have another half hour. I could help you if you want,” he said while following me into my room.
    “Sure, that would be great if you wouldn’t mind hanging the curtains?” He was being really sweet to me. Maybe we could be friends.
    “Yeah, no problem. Let me go get my drill.” He walked out of my room.
    I walked over to my bed and picked up the packages and started pulling everything out. I was just placing down the flat sheet when Damien walked back into the room. He went to work on my curtains without saying a word. We worked in comfortable silence each doing our own tasks and finished at the same time.
    Stepping back away toward the door, I looked at everything we had just put up and all of the changes. “I have to admit my room looks stellar. If only I could change the wall color, it would be even better.”
    “Looks good, Sydney.” He paused and looked down at his shoes like they were the most interesting things in the world. “I’m gonna take off for work now. If you need anything, anything at all, or you get bored and you just want to talk to someone, you have my digits call or text me. I don’t have a full schedule today, so I’m pretty free with the exception of walk-ins.”
    “Will do, Damien.” I looked over at my inviting bed. “I think I might take a nap. I didn’t sleep too well last night.”
    He started chuckling. The asswipe clearly knew why I hadn’t slept well last night. “Stop laughing. If it weren’t for you and your skank making all of the damn noise, I would have slept just fine.”
    “What can I say? I like to keep it real.” His lips turned up into a smile.
    “You are such an ass. Now get out of my room.” I hid my grin, as I said, whiplash.
    “So I guess this means you aren’t up for a threesome tonight?”
    “Get out, right now. I don’t want to hear anymore from your vile mouth.” He started to back up out of my room while I pushed him with all of my might out the door.
    “Out. Now,” I said with force behind my words.

 
     

    Damien
    I had been at work a little over three hours and had only done one tattoo. I had a regular on my schedule that was coming in to get some of the color done on his piece he had on his back. It was a huge fucking piece and cost him a mint. I honestly think it was some of the best work I’ve ever done.
    My little diva popped into my mind for no apparent reason other than I was a bit concerned. She had really been rocked by that text message she got from some Wes dude. I didn’t know if he was an ex-boyfriend or who the hell he was, but he was pouring out his undying love for her like a complete pussy.
    If there was one thing I could guarantee I wouldn’t do was act like a damn crybaby over a girl, and I certainly would never be one to get pussy whipped. This fucker hit the mark for all on that checklist. It made no sense. If she received a gushy text from a dude, then why was so upset about it—and afraid.
    My curiosity was fucking tweaking. She was obviously running from something. Maybe she got out of a bad relationship. There was something, but I couldn’t seem to put my damn finger on it.
    “Hey, dude, I’m going to go grab some dinner. Do you want me to get you anything?” My second in command had been busy all day.
    “No, Troy. I’m thinking about heading out