Heart of a Tattooist: Dark Romance MC Club Alpha Bad Boy Obsession (Tattooist Series Book 3) by Lexy Timms Page A

to help me with that.”
    “Well, you could always stay here. No strings. I could always issue you a lease or you could just find another place to live. Hopefully neither of those things will happen, but I don’t want you to think that if you are here you have to sleep with me. That’s not the deal.”
    She was stricken by his kindness and his desire to be with her. He was really pulling out all the stops and that was so seductive, so very, very seductive, but she had to remember exactly what that would entail. “Let me ask you something.”
    “Shoot.”
    “How much does it pay? This whole video thing, I mean?”
    “Five grand. That’s with the ink. It’s also going to be more hours off-camera than on. Oh, and you’ll have to wear whatever wardrobe gives you.” He grimaced and added, “Knowing Cay, I would say you’re going to be dressed like some horny teenager’s farmer’s daughter fantasy in cowboy boots, a tied-up checkered shirt and cut-offs.”
    She was amused. She didn’t want to be. The stakes were just too damn high. But she was anyway. “I see. Five grand would certainly rent me a place.”
    Mitch nodded eagerly. “It would. You could even buy ramen noodles and a few cans of tuna.”
    She choked on laughter. “No thanks to that last. I have eaten enough ramen to last me a lifetime. Speaking of food, how about I make some breakfast—that is, if you have any food here.”
    Mitch shook his head. “Sorry, that’s a no. I really don’t stay here often. I prefer my house. I usually only stagger in here to sleep and shower then head back to the studio. However, there are plenty of restaurants within walking distance.”
    “Do you ever eat a real meal?”
    “Define a real meal.” His grin was infectious. “I cook, you know. Just not here. I need to know if you want the job because, frankly, being on-camera means you might have to skip the Pancake Pantry.”
    “I see,” she said in her driest voice. “Well then. Yes, I do. What do I get for breakfast?”
    His lips twitched and he said, solemnly. “A green juice and prayer.”
    “Oh, hell no. Forget it. My body sort of automatically rejects anything even remotely healthy. And green juice is gross .”
    Mitch sputtered laughter. “I had to drink it for almost two straight years. And people wonder why I quit the show.”
    “Please tell me you’re kidding.”
    Mitch rolled his eyes. “How I wish I could.”
    “You might be causing me to rethink this whole thing you know.”
    “Oh, it isn’t that bad. That is if you think green juice is the way to be both healthy and fit.”
    “I think the way to be healthy and fit is to eat and exercise,” she said balefully.
    “Ah, spoken like a woman after my heart.”
    The words sent a little shock through her. Was she after his heart? She didn’t know.
    All she did know was that she truly wanted him, and badly.

CHAPTER 10
     
    Cara wiped her sweaty palms on the back of her shirt. She had agreed to the shoot, but now that it was actually happening she was almost breathless. She had been videoed tattooing before, but had not done that to earn money. Usually it was for the person whose tattoo she was working on.
    Well, in a way it is.
    The thought helped soothe her, but only slightly. Mitch had vanished earlier and she was growing both irritated and worried, and the small breakfast she had eaten was long since gone. She grabbed an assistant and asked, as politely as possible, for a snack. The woman ran off and came back with a slim sack of almonds and a warning to her not to get any stuck in her teeth.
    Cara gave her a bland smile, but she had to wonder what the hell the woman was thinking. How could she eat almonds without getting them stuck in her damn teeth?
    That was a really good question, and one she didn’t have the answer to. She wanted to beat her head against the nearest wall or run right out of the building, but since most of the walls were flimsy constructs and she was currently attired in