The Right Kind of Love by Kennedy Kelly Read Free Book Online Page B

early tonight and letting you close shop once you are done with your appointment you have at eleven.” I looked down at my watch it was nearing six o’clock.
    “Right on. I won’t be gone long. My next appointment isn’t due until eight. It should only take me an hour or so, some chick want’s a butterfly done on her hip.” He walked toward the door and threw over his shoulder. “If you change your mind just text me the order, I’m going to Chubby’s.”
    I went back to sketching and my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was probably Troy texting to say he forgot his wallet or some shit like that. He was always hitting me up for money.
    Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I swiped the screen to unlock it. I was shocked as shit to see a text from Sydney.
    Sydney: Hey Damien. I thought I would see if you still had time to give me a tattoo and possibly a piercing if you do those types of things?
    Me: Sure, you want me to pierce your kitty?
    Sydney: Kitty?
    Me: Yeah, you know, your clit, pussy, vagina? Whatever you refer to it as.
    I hit send and knew I was going to get blasted for that text. I just loved to stir the pot with her. There’s just something extremely fun about getting under her skin.
    Sydney: Pig!!
    Me: Prude
    Sydney: Man-whore
    Me: No, seriously, all joking aside, you want me to ink you and give you a piercing?
    Sydney: Well, I may have changed my mind now. No thanks to your crude comments.
    Me: You’ll get over it, you diva. Now, are you coming here or what?
    Sydney: diva?
    Me: Yeah you act like a diva most of the time.
    Sydney: I’m not a diva. I just am not one of your skanky whores so you gave me a title that clearly doesn’t fit.
    Me: Whatever you say. So are you coming to get some ink and piercing or what?
    Sydney: Fine. Give me some directions.
    I quickly typed out directions with cross streets and everything so she wouldn’t get lost. It should only take her about ten minutes to get here depending on traffic.
    Well, I guess my night was looking up.
    Me: Hey, you can bring the rat if you want.
    Sydney: Uh. He’s not a rat. He’s an adorable Chihuahua.
    Me: Yeah, he’s all right. Bring him. We are slow here and he can hang out with us.
    Sydney: Only if you’re sure. He loves to go places with me.
    Me: I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it.
    Sydney: Well, all right then. We’ll see you soon.
    Setting my phone down, I went to the front of the shop to get my portfolio. I wanted her to have all of the options available for her tat and to see what I could do. I had mad skills.
    Troy strolled back in with a bag dripping grease. Damn that shit smelled good. My stomach rumbled a little. I should have had him pick me up some grub while he was there. Maybe I’d see if Sydney wanted to get some Chubby’s after we were finished.
    Maybe.
    Getting up from my chair, I headed back to the break room to get an energy drink. I was addicted to those things. I needed the extra juice to push through the night. Fortunately, I didn’t get the shakes from the shit, but just the boost I needed.
    Heading back out front, I went back to my station, which is in a room by itself. The shop was set up with a reception desk where Ginger, our shop girl, greeted customers and helped get the client to the right artist. Then we each had our own 12” x 12” room complete with a table and station. There were six rooms total although we only had five artists. It allowed the customer to have privacy when getting their ink done and the artist the opportunity to concentrate on what they were doing.
    When I first got the shop, it was a blank canvas. I had to have the rooms built and we threw up some Dove gray paint on the walls and painted the trim black in the reception area. The walls in the artist rooms were a cobalt blue with black trim. It really was a kick ass shop. Although my father didn’t see it as an accomplishment, I felt proud as shit with what I’d achieved. Hell, I was only 25 years old and I had my