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

a pair of shorts so short she was afraid to even lean a little, a pair of utterly ridiculous cowboy boots, and a skin-tight tank top, she was pretty sure the last thing she wanted to do was go outside.
    Especially since the place where they were shooting in was some industrial back alley of a place. The kind of place that would make a great setting for a chainsaw-wielding serial killer with a real hatred for posturing country music hunks like Cay Walker.
    She didn’t like him on sight. He was arrogant and cocky, and beyond good-looking. His black hair hung in deliberately disheveled waves, and his tight white t-shirt drew attention to his admittedly handsome face and well-developed upper body.
    A pair of ripped jeans so tight she could practically see the outline of his cock and a pair of completely hideous black cowboy boots completed the outfit.
    Someone had tried to clap a hat on his head and he had shouted for them to leave that to the old farts, as he was still young enough to have hair on his head.
    She took a few deep breaths, tore open the snack pack and devoured the nuts, running her tongue over her teeth and then drinking a glass of water to make sure there was no trace of the things on her teeth or stuck anywhere in between.
    She caught sight of herself in the mirror and almost laughed. The eyeliner was black, as was the lipstick. Extensions had been added to her hair and she looked like a cross between a badass bitch and a crazed cowgirl.
    The director called her to her place. Cay plopped down in the chair they’d brought in, and she quickly prepped his arm and pressed the stencil of the design he wanted to it. They were going to film him with the outline, the stencil anyway, on and then film it being filled in. There was a whole storyline involved and she was slightly amused by that too.
    She had an hour to get the outline done. That was pushing it, but she could manage. Cay looked up at her and drawled, “Don’t hurt me darlin’, okay?”
    She gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s just a stencil, dude. The real pain won’t start until the needles come out.”
    He gave her another of those cocky grins.
    The director yelled, “Okay, let’s roll it!”
    She took her place. She was supposed to be tattooing him, according to the storyline, and he was going to walk out of the chair and away. She checked the gun again. The plug was not in the electrical strip and all she had to do was hold it close to his skin.
    She did. The cameras began to roll and canned music began. He mouthed words and the camera cut in on the stencil, making her swear silently.
    It was heavy and dark and wouldn’t fool anyone who knew tats, but show business was show business she supposed.
    He started twisting and turning in the chair then got up in time to fake wail out the hook. The name of the song was “Tattooed on My Heart,” another thing that made her want to chuckle. It was pretty corny.
    Hell, he was corny.
    The director yelled cut and Cay came back and flopped down in the chair. He gave her a winning smile and said, “Let’s do it, darlin’!” with so much enthusiasm she did laugh.
    “Absolutely,” she said and plugged up her gun, loaded in the needles and then said, “Look, I need to wash your arm again. You’ve been sweating and being grabbed and groped by your girlfriend.”
    Cay answered with, “Oh she’s just a model. Gotta love the models for these things. It’s one of the perks of filming these damn videos.”
    “Is that right?” She started the gun and started working on the outline.
    Cay said, “Hell yeah. I mean, we get plenty of groupies, but still, most of them are just regular girls. Not like those,” he jerked his chin toward the stunning brunette clad in a pair of shorts even shorter than the ones Cara wore. “That’s a thoroughbred right there.”
    She gave him a thin smile and started working faster. Wiping away the thin runnels of blood quickly and making sure that the plastic she had asked