“You let me know how that goes,” Blue muttered. She thought she could hear the faint thunder of Torque’s voice from the next room. She wanted desperately to convince herself that it was some other man, some other guy with a deep voice who just happened to be getting tattooed by Spencer today. But she knew better. He was there, and she wasn’t going to be getting rid of him anytime soon.

  She worked away, thinking about what Brandy had said. Most women went through a bad boy phase at some point. Blue wasn’t sure that had been the case for her. Maybe it was because the only guys that had ever even been available to her were bad boys, or maybe it was because they reminded her too much of the men who had already ruined her life. Either way, she wasn’t interested. Granted, she didn’t think any of the Harvard graduate-types would look her way, but she needed someone predictable, stable, comfortable. She hadn’t been able to find one yet, and that was exactly why she was alone. It was better to be single than to be with the wrong person.

  As she switched colors to the deep blue that was to make up the leaves of the iris, her mind drifted back to the night before. What would have happened if things had gone further with Torque? Would she have allowed herself to give into something that she hadn’t let touch her for a long time? There had been a few boyfriends in her past, but she had never felt the deep connection with them she thought she should have. They were just people to hang out with, and they never meant more to her than anyone else. In the end, she had left them behind without regrets. Now, she needed to do the same with Torque. He wasn’t special just because he had happened to save her at the last minute. He wasn’t good for her, and he didn’t mean anything. Once he was done with his tattoos, he would leave and he wouldn’t come around anymore.

  Still, she couldn’t get herself to focus on the tattoo. Blue was doing the work, and it was good work, but her hands were toiling without the attention of her mind. She was thinking about Torque, about that tall, sexy body of his, about the way it had felt when he had pressed her up against it. He had sent a flame blazing through her when he had backed her up against the living room wall, and part of her had wanted him to take her and do whatever he wished. Maybe he needed some ink from her, something with a little color to shake him up a little. And in return, he could shake her up a little. She wanted the chance to touch his body again, or maybe to be underneath it …

  “Are you listening?”

  “Um, yeah. Just concentrating. What were you saying?” Blue hadn’t even realized that Brandy had been talking away in the background. She had been that lost. This wasn’t the kind of customer service she was used to giving.

  “Okay, so I was telling my friend Jennifer about this place. She wants to get a tattoo when she turns eighteen next month. I told her she absolutely has to come here. Now, she said she just wants something really small, and I know you said you don’t really do that kind of work anymore, but I thought I’d show you a picture of what she wants and you could see what you think.”

  “Sure.” Blue listened to her, but absentmindedly. She watched as Brandy flicked through several pictures on her phone. She didn’t really care what Jennifer wanted or what she was getting. Sure, she would care when the time came, but there was little else she could think about since she knew Torque was only a few feet away, sharing the same air. She wanted to know what he was getting, and where. Why did he do this to her?

  “We’re just about there.” Blue blinked, once again trying to pull herself back to the moment and grateful that nobody else knew what she was really thinking. What would Spencer think if he knew her thoughts about Torque? What would he say if knew that the biker had paraded stark naked into her living room? She swiped gently at the fresh artwork with a damp paper towel to get off the excess ink. “I just need to put in a few little highlights and details, and you’ll be good to go. Are you still feeling all right?”

  “I’m great! This is so much easier than I thought it would be. You have a light touch.”

  Blue smiled at her client, jealous of the innocent light in Brandy’s eyes. She was only older by four years, but it seemed that she had lived a lifetime’s worth of experiences already.

  “Hey, Blue.” Spencer’s voice at the curtain made her look up. She could see his shoes just underneath the length of fabric; he hadn’t drawn it aside. “Can I come in a second?”

  “Sure.” At Spencer’s Shop, they did everything possible to protect their clients’ privacy. Sometimes, people got their ink in rather inconspicuous places. “What’s up?”

  He flicked aside the curtain and took a step into the room. “I’ve just about finished this session, but Torque would like to come back tomorrow to finish up the lower half. I’ve got to take off, since Bri has a doctor’s appointment. Can you come over here and take a peek at it, see if it’s something you can do?”

  She turned back toward her work. “I don’t know. I’m all booked up.”

  “I know; I was just looking at the planner. But you had a cancellation, so I thought we might be able to get it to work.” He leaned close to speak softly in her ear. “I really don’t want to let this guy down. He did us a big favor yesterday.”

  With tightened lips, Blue did the last bit of shading around the flower on Brandy’s arm. “Okay. Just give me a minute.”

  “No rush.”

  She had kept her hands steady during the job, even while they had discussed Torque and his bad boy characteristics, but it was much more difficult now that she only needed to clean things up and she knew she would have to face him. Blue took off her gloves, took several pictures of the tattoo, and applied a special cream and a bandage before taking Brandy up to the front counter for payment. “If you decide you want anything else, just let me know.”

  “Oh, I will!” Her grin was huge; it was clear she was thrilled. “And I’ll send everyone I know to you guys. I promise!”

  Blue knew that Spencer’s Shop didn’t really need the work, but she nodded and smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

  Brandy bounced out the door. Blue watched as she got behind the wheel of a little red sports car that her dad had probably bought her.

  There was a mess waiting to be cleaned up in her booth, but it would have to wait. She had to face Torque and get it over with. After knocking on the doorway near the curtain, she stepped inside Spencer’s booth. The space was more narrow, and it didn’t have the benefit of windows running along one side of the room. Still, that meant Spencer had more wall space for artwork, and he had taken the liberty of filling it up. Numerous drawings, paintings, photographs, and magazine covers filled every square inch. He had even put a few of them on the ceiling, something that benefitted his customers who had to lie on their backs for their ink.

  Torque, however, was lying on his stomach on the table. His shirt was draped over a nearby chair, leaving the long, lean muscles of his back exposed. Spencer had been adding to the solid black gallery on his skin by creating a massive black dragon on his back. Its wings were spread, its fangs exposed. The biker turned slightly as she came in, though he couldn’t quite see her. His shoulders rippled with the movement. “Is he doing a good job? Or do I need to smash a bottle in his face?”

  She smiled in spite of herself. Blue had resolved to remain unmoved by this man, and yet he had a way of breaking that resolve with very little effort. It was irritating. “It looks good,” was all she could really say.

  “I’ve done the outline and some of the shading, but I think Torque and I both need a break. All you’d have to do is fill it in. I know you’re more than capable of that.” Spencer watched her with his chocolate eyes, practically begging her to do this for him. Torque had suddenly become an integral part of his shop, of his practice, and he needed her.

  How could Blue refuse? Spencer had given her the chance she had needed as a young artist, and he had never been anything but kind. Even when he was high, he had always been patient and respectful of her. She couldn’t claim to be unable to do the work; it was a straightforward process and her boss had trained her well. Even the idea of being alone with Torque was a poor excuse. That was something that happened all the time in tattoo shops. She was too tough to worry about it.

  “Yeah, not a problem. Just let me know what time to put on my calendar.”

  “I’ve already filled it in for you,” Spencer said with a grin. “It’ll be at the end of the day, your last appointment before you close up the shop.” He put a fresh pair of gloves on to give the fresh tat one last wipe-down before he bandaged it. “I’ve already warned him that it might hurt a little, with the sessions being back-to-back like that. I told him he can’t flinch for you.”

  “I’m sure she could handle it if I did.” Torque pushed himself up easily from the table and reached for his shirt, turning his eyes to Blue as he did so.

  There was something in his look that unsettled Blue at her very core, like he was melting her with only a look. No, that was ridiculous. He wasn’t Superman, and he didn’t have laser vision. “See you tomorrow.” She practically ran back to her own booth, cursing herself for acting like such a little girl around him. If Torque didn’t know what he did to her, then he was blind. She had a feeling, though, that he knew exactly what he was doing.

  There would be another client coming to the shop in less than half an hour, which gave her just enough time to clean and disinfect everything. Blue set to work.

  Chapter Five

  Torque

  Torque grinned to himself as he pulled up in front of Spencer’s Shop. The night air was thick and hot, leaving his hair damp as he stepped off his bike. He slicked it back with one hand and then straightened his leather vest. He could see Blue through the window of her booth. She hadn’t drawn the curtains, displaying herself like a figure on a stage as she finished up with a customer and cleaned her area. He watched as he slowly walked up to the building, studying the way she moved her arms, the way she carried herself, the way she tucked a strand of her powder blue hair behind her ear after she removed her gloves. She was graceful and beautiful. If it hadn’t been for her hair dye, her piercings, and her tattoos, she would have looked very out of place in there.

  Still, she made an intriguing picture, and he had finally managed to get in her tattoo chair. Blue was in high demand, but he would have her to himself for the evening. Sure, it was because of Spencer, but he would take what he could get.

  As he came in the door, he held it for a woman on her way out. In her mid-forties, she had her cell phone pressed to the side of her head. “I’m telling you, Leslie, this girl is good! I never thought I’d get a tattoo in my life, and now I don’t know that I want to stop! My artist and I have already started talking about my next one. She’s going to draw up something to go across my shoulders.”

  The curtain to Blue’s booth was open, but she had her back to him. Torque was content to stand there and watch her work for a moment. Her movements were swift, fluid, efficient. She bent down to get something out of a cabinet, her firm ass in the air, and it was all he could do not to grab her up as he had done back at her place. It was easy to imagine what might happen if he let his instincts take over. In his mind, he grabbed her by the hips and shoved his crotch against her. Blue was surprised, but she didn’t stop him as she cast a sexy look over her shoulder. She turned around, pressing her breasts against him as she unzipped his pants …

  But he wouldn’t do that here. That’s what he tried to tell himself, but he knew it would be difficult. The two of them would be completely alone for at least a couple of hours.

  “I hope this won’t be too boring for you.”

  She jumped, turning to the doorway with flashing eyes. “Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” Blue’s fist curled, but she made no move to hit him. She looked away from again as she flattened the tattoo chair into a table. “Now, what are you talking about?”

  He liked that it took so little to get her fired up. He had been with women who were as icy as the color of Blue’s hair, who didn’t let anything bother them. Torque knew guys who were into that because it meant they never had to deal with an emotional female. But Blue was different. She played it cool on the surface, but he liked making her react. “I mean the tattoo. From what I’ve seen of your work, you don’t do things in just one color.”

  She gestured for him to get on the table while she put the right needle in her machine. “I’m sure it’ll be plenty boring, but I don’t always get to pick and choose what I want to do. Besides, Spencer said I get to keep the full price of this session without paying him a percentage.”

  “I see. So it’s all about the money.” He took off his shirt, watching her as he did so.

  Blue made a point not to look at him, scowling as she busied herself with her equipment. “No. But everyone has to make a living.”

  “That’s true enough.” Torque laid on the table and relaxed his body. This wasn’t his first rodeo by a long shot, and he found that it was almost a soothing process at this point. “So what would you do if you didn’t tattoo?”

  She took a long moment to answer, checking over the previous day’s work and wiping down his skin with a disinfectant. “I don’t know. I’m not sure there’s anything else I can do.”

  “That can’t be true,” he argued. “You seem smart. You’re an artist, but there are other jobs. What about a graphic designer?”

  “Do you want me to finish this tattoo or not?”

  “I’m just making conversation.”

  Blue rolled up next to him on her stool, her body so close to his but not touching. Her fingers were gentle as they pressed lightly on his skin. “I don’t think I could stand sitting behind a computer all day. And I don’t think I would exactly fit into the office scene.” Her voice was quiet, neutral.

  Torque closed his eyes as the needles shuddered against his skin. He hadn’t minded having Spencer do the tattoo. The man was a good artist, and he didn’t try to run him hard just because he was a guy. But there was something far more intimate about having Blue do it. He wanted to roll over and grab her, pull her on top of him, and have his way with her. In his fantasy, she was happy to oblige, but she was difficult to read. Blue hadn’t stopped him when he had kissed her, but she had clearly been startled and disoriented. She didn’t even seem very enthusiastic about doing the tattoo.

  “What about you?” she murmured. “What would you do if you weren’t a biker?”

  “Investment banker.”

  Her laughter echoed through the booth, and he grinned. “Is that so amusing?”

  She paused for more ink. “I’m not sure I could see you in a suit.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Blue tipped her head to the side as she thought about it. “You know how these wrestlers and body builders get huge muscles, and then when they have to wear a suit or a tuxedo to a fancy event they just look like dressed-up monkeys? It’s kind of like that.”

  Torque laughed, trying to keep it quiet so he wouldn’t move too much. “So I’m just a monkey, huh?”

  “You know what I mean. The leather, the denim, and the tattoos all go together. You throw something else into the mix and it’s just weird.”

  “Is it better when I wear nothing at all?” he challenged.

  “You’re going to have to knock that shit off if you want me to finish this. I won’t have any more openings for at least two months, and I doubt Spencer does either. Even the high and mighty Torque might not be able to get in.”

  He kept his face buried in his shoulder so she wouldn’t see that he was still smiling. Blue’s voice had sounded calm and authoritative, but he had rattled her once again. It only made him want to keep going. Their banter had been fun, but he knew he couldn’t push her too far. He didn’t need her passing out again, especially not with a needle in her hand. “All right. I don’t really know what I would do if I wasn’t part of Satan Seed. I’ve never really had much of a chance to even think about it. I’m sure not interested in being an investment banker.”

  “Really? You’ve never had dreams of doing anything else?”

  Torque pressed his lips together. His muscles were tensing, and he forced them to relax. Was she shaking him up, too? “I grew up in that world. It’s always been a part of me. My mother was a club girl, and my father was a biker. I was riding on the back of a motorcycle by the time I was five. My parents never sat down with me and told me I could be anything I dreamed of being, because we all knew I would end up doing the exact same thing my dad did.”

  Blue made a noise, something that could have been a grunt of disapproval or a murmur of surprise.

  “I got into my first knife fight when I was just twelve,” Torque continued, easily remembering that hot summer day. His fist had been sweaty around his knife. It was just a small blade that his father had given him after he’d won it during a card game, but it was everything to him at that moment. The other boy had accused Torque of stealing his wallet, and he’d had him pressed up against the fence. Torque had known the other kids on the old playground weren’t going to jump in and help him, and there had been no adults around. He’d been on his own, just like he always was. He’d whipped the knife out and slashed, landing a lucky strike on the boy’s arm. It had turned out the other kid was only tough when nobody was challenging it. “I won, and after that, everyone just treated me like an adult. They knew I could hold my own, and I didn’t have much choice but to back it up.”