BPOV:
Life's a bitch sometimes, haven't you ever thought of that. I mean I am good person, I help those in need, and I barely ever drink or smoke. I mean when a rough day comes along, such as this, it is the perfect time for a cig and some Jack Daniels. Now why am I fucking stranded out here in the rain with my car completely dead. I swear that someone up there fucking hates me. I looked around where I was and all I saw was a grocery store, a tattoo shop, a liquor store, and some houses. Hmm... Well I guess I would make way to the grocery store first which was conveniently across the street. I crossed the street as carefully as I could, even though their were huge puddles that reached my ankles and I was accident prone so I didn't want to risk "swimming away", you might think it's a joke but it could happen to me. When I finally got to the store, it read out to lunch, you have got to be shitting me, who goes out to lunch at fucking five o'clock. This is just not my day, well I decided to go to that tattoo shop since it seemed open and was closer than the liquor store. Once I reached the shop, I opened the door and stepped inside. I only saw a man in there who seemed intimidating. He was tall and lean, but you could see he had some muscles, had bronze hair, and was filled with tattoos running down his arm and back. I never really thought tattoos were sexy until I see him now all I want to do is trace them with my tongue. Some I could not even see yet, since I couldn't really see his front side but I was excited to look at his face wondering if it would be sexy like the rest of him. He then noticed my presence and turned around to greet me.
"Hello, how can I help you?" My god when he turned around you could see this man was walking sex on legs. He was wearing leather pants, which before I could not really see which emphasized his package rather nicely and from here it looks delicious; he also wore a black tank and boots. You could see those well defined abs just popping out and calling you out to touch them and his face oh dear lord baby Jesus let me tell you about his face it was defined and structured like those Greek gods and held a pair of green eyes that just made you think of a jungle. I realized I wasn't answering and was just ogling him which I bet he realized too much to my embarrassment because he held a look of amusement on his face. I was probably some other girl on a list of women who do not listen to him just imagine of fucking. God what the hell is wrong with me?
"Yes, um... I'm sorry do you think I could borrow your phone? My car broke down and I'm sort of stranded and wet as you can see."
Shit, wet why did I say wet. Now he is going to think he is the reason which he might be for why I am a little wet down there but I did not mean it like that.
"Sorry, I meant soaked you know the rain outside." Great now I'm mumbling. I probably looked like a tomato too. God he probably thinks I'm such a dork.
He chuckled, "Sure the phone is in the back why don't you follow me."
I went behind him and couldn't help noticing that fine piece of meat behind him. Mmhh... Man I should stop I don't even know and this man is making me into some sort of sex addict. I could not help it if his ass looked like something you would want to squeeze daily. Holy shit I am the biggest pervert ever!
I quickly dialed the phone and called my roommate's number Alice. She answered on the fifth ring and told me she would be there as soon as possible. So I put the phone back on its spot and went out the way I came in. I found the tattoo guy sitting on a stool near the register and when I came out he turned and got up coming towards me.
"So, miss you got everything you need?"
"Yes, I think?" It came out as more of a question then an answer. I can't seem to get a sentence straight with this man. Then suddenly, while I was imaging things he leaned in my face and told me whether I would like to get a tattoo done. I couldn't think straight, but I immediately told him no that I couldn't imagine myself having one. He straightened himself and said well whenever you do decide I'll be here, winking at me. At that time Alice came in,
"Bella, let's go I'm missing a hair appointment as it is. I brought a tow truck to take your car back." I quickly said my thanks to this gorgeous of a man and he gave me a wink and a smile before I left. Alice had everything ready and I climbed into her car and just laid back, thinking that maybe I just had to get a tattoo to have those wonderful long hands with long fingers touch me. Hmm maybe I could get it on my hip bone so he would have to touch me down there or on my boob. God I'm going to hell.