Chapter 32

I shrugged off my black denim jacket and handed it to Dario who took a seat next to the black dentist chair. I sat on the chair and Neptune excused herself from the room to print off the stencil. While Neptune was out of the room I started unbuttoning my shirt while I asked Dario,

“Tha kratíseis to chéri mou?”

“Will you hold my hand”

I could tell Dario was distracted with my unbuttoning. Once my shirt was unbuttoned, I separated the shirt enough for the stencil. My shirt barely covering my nipples. Dario cleared his throat and asked,

“Ahem, I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

I chuckled then repeated,

“Will you hold my hand?”

“Oh yeah, uh, yes, of course”

Neptune returned to the room and was pleased to see my shirt open. She got right to work meticulously positioning the stencil. Once the stencil was in place she set up her gun, seran wrapped everything, set up the cups for the inks, and placed the paper towels on the tray.

Everything was set up and she dipped her gun in the black ink and asked if I was ready. Dario grabbed my hand and I took a deep breath then nodded my head. The needle punctured my tender skin between my rib cage and it stung. I tried not to jerk. It felt like the needle was scraping along the delicate skin. Neptune tried to distract me by asking,

“How long is Ambrosio in town for?”

I took another deep breath and answered,

“Not sure, I didn’t even know he was coming until he woke me up this morning.”

“Awe a surprise. I love surprises. Do you guys have plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, my aunt throws this huge New Years Eve party every year. It’s a good time. The food is good. The music is good. I’m excited.”

“Sounds like that’ll be fun, do you have to get super dressed up?”

I smiled through the pain and replied,

“Yeah, it's like a black tie affair. This year my dress is STUNNING. Ambrosio picked it out. It’s long and it's red. Ugh girl, I'll show you a pic when you’re done.”

Neptune smiled and I took a deep breath as shallow as I could so as not to disturb her piece. It was quiet for two seconds before we could all hear a vibrating phone. Dario looked at me and I knew he was silently telling me it was my phone. I asked Dario,

“Tha deis poios me kaleí, parakaló?”

*“Will you see who’s calling me, please?”*

Dario fished through the pockets of my jacket then retrieved my phone. I saw him clench his teeth before he showed me the screen. +39 091 - Italy. Why is Emiliano calling me? He should be back with his *wife*. My hurricane was back. Thunder cracking in my ears. If he’s calling me, something isn’t right. I could feel the waves in the pit of my stomach again, threatening to internally drown me.

I felt Dario’s eyes on me, waiting for a response about the call. I finally said,

“Tha kaléso argótera.”

*“I’ll call back later.”*

I saw Dario’s hand shake as he ignored the call and returned my phone to the jacket pocket. I looked up at the ceiling, took a few shallow breaths, and focused on the needle penetrating my skin. The thunder was but a far rumble when Neptune tried to fill the awkward silence when she asked,

“So who’s this Abercrombie model with you?”

I looked over to admire Dario and said,

“I don’t know, but I’m glad he’s here.”

Dario stayed staring at our interlocking hands when he made a confused face. I couldn’t help but laugh at his wrinkled face. Neptune reminded me to hold still and Dario looked up at me. I winked at him and his face ironed out. He kept his eyes on mine the rest of the time.

After Neptune finished my tattoo and wrapped me up, I buttoned up my shirt, took my jacket back from Dario and we exited the room.

I saw Keegs and Ambrosio in the lobby. Ambrosio’s new hand piece was very his vibe. Keegan asked me to show her my new ink and I lifted my shirt to show her. She ogled over how sexy it was and the placement was perfectly placed between my breasts. Ambrosio paid Leo and Neptune in cash, we all hugged, then headed out to the jeep.

On the drive home, I asked Keeg,

“Are you going to get ready at your place or mine?”

Keegan had to peel her face off of Ambrosio to answer,

“Umm, if I get ready at your place then I’ll need to get a few things from mine.”

Ambrosio offered,

“I can run you home.”

I rolled my eyes, of course he’d love to run her home, the two of them alone. I grew frustrated and gripped my steering wheel when my phone rang over the Bluetooth speakers. The touch screen displayed the Italy area code for everyone to see and I quickly ignored the call. I saw Dario look back at Ambrosio and I had a sudden feeling I was fucked. My internal hurricane didn’t even warn me with thunder before she started crashing her waves in lungs. Dario didn’t even look at me the rest of the drive home.

I practically slammed on my breaks when I parked the Jeep in the garage. I hurried and got out to grab my bags. After everyone grabbed all of their respective bags, I closed the trunk and we all headed inside the building.

In the elevator I got paranoid and asked Ambrosio,

“An prépei na tin páreis spíti, giatí anevaíneis páno??”

*“If you have to take her home, why are you coming upstairs?”*

Ambrosio kept a straight and cold face when he responded,

“Prépei na piáso ta kleidiá mou.”

*“I have to grab my keys.”*

When the elevator doors opened I quickly went inside my apartment. I set all my new bags on my bed, then I grabbed one of the pillows on my bed and screamed into it. I took a deep breath and put my clothes away.

In the shower, I wondered why Emiliano kept calling me. I decided to stay focused on theía’s party and I’d call him tomorrow. I prayed he got the hint and wouldn’t call back the rest of the night. I hated disappointing Dario.

That thought confused me. Why would I care what *Dario* thought of me? I thought more about Dario, his gorgeous face, his tight, muscular arms, his sultry voice. I found myself taking the shower head off its holder and putting it between my legs. My eager pussy vibrated under the water pressure. I thought about the erection I saw in Dario’s pants earlier, how firm it was, how his pants were having a hard time containing it.

I closed my eyes and raised my head as I focused on the water running harshly against my cliterus. Visions of a naked, daring Dario displayed in my head. I dreamed of him taking me from behind. Roughly moving his cock in and out with such force. Making me tighten my grip on the sheets as he rammed into me. The image curled my toes and I tensed my legs while my orgasm burst out of me. The fast paced water twitched my tingling kitty. Not even Emiliano made me cum that hard.