Shock was still what I felt when I was escorted further into the store by the red-haired male. He led me into a small dark room. The confined space had one chair that took up all of the room. There was also a small desk that contained an assortment of different coloured inks.

"Take a seat." Reed insisted as he closed the door behind him and started to put on a pair of black rubber gloves.

A little embarrassed, I sat on the chair and pulled down my jeans before relaxing on to the chair sidewards, so I was facing away from him.

He scooted closer on his stool and started filling up the needle with the black ink.

Reed mentioned to my exposed thigh "Did you see his face when you mentioned sitting in your underwear? I have never seen him so caught off guard."

"Really?"

The tattooist stared to sketch the design in pen on my leg as he spoke again "I thought he was going to kill me."

I laughed "He would not have killed you."

"He was close to." He exaggerated with a look of horror on his face "Imagine if it was another tattoo artist doing this? Or even I was straight, me doing this? He would have really snapped my neck then."

The middle part of his rant caught my attention, so I asked, "You are gay?"

"Of course, I am." Reed laughed "Did you really think Stone would allow a straight guy to see you like this? He threatened me that if I looked at you then I would be a dead man."

Trying to ignore the feeling in my stomach that rooted from his statement about Stone, I quickly changed the topic "I am just sad for my gender's loss. You are a total catch."

"I know. Also, a catch for guys but unlucky for them, I am very much taken." Reed said with confidence as he sent a wink my way.

He knew I tried to turn the conversation back on him because he changed it right back again.

"I bet you Stone comes in to see you." Reed said before nodding down towards my panties "It is like you knew that before coming here. Your black lacy underwear is definitely going to catch his attention."

My face went heated as I laughed nervously "At least I’m not wearing my ones with the cute little frog faces."

"Did you see his solemn expression when you said you were not his girl?" Reed asked while he tipped his head back and chuckled "I almost felt sorry for the moody fucker."

For some reason, I felt the need to defend the giant "He is not that bad. He is only moody when he has to talk to people."

"He is only moody when has to talk to people that are not you." He corrected.

I adjusted myself on the seat to give him better access to my hip.