CHAPTER 3
RILEY
I stare at my phone the next evening, heart racing. The tattoo is healing fine, but it’s a little red. Perfect excuse.
I text Dante: “Ink’s a little red. Need a touch-up?”
He replies fast: “Door’s open. Come after close.”
I bite my lip, grinning. Midnight it is.
I pick a short black skirt this time. No panties. Crop top again. Easy access.
I show up right at twelve. The shop is dark except for the back light. I push the door open.
Dante is waiting, arms crossed, looking even hotter than I remember. Black tank top showing off his sleeves. Jeans low on his hips.
“You came,” he says, voice low.
“Couldn’t stay away,” I whisper.
He locks the door behind me, flips the sign to CLOSED again.
“Follow me,” he says. “Private room tonight. Bigger table.”
My p***y throbs al
