The Club

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Chapter Four

I was deep in thought at my computer, my most recent article on the screen. It was about a recent plug in sex toy that had just been released, very expensive and very fancy. I was lucky enough to be able to test out the toys before I wrote about them. To be fair, the one I was currently reviewing was a bit shit, it didn’t get me off.

“Gabs,” I turned around to Candy, she was around my age, early thirties and normally sat next to me at work. Her hair was dark blue, a contrast to her pale skin. I had worked here for about six years and Candy was here before me. She was a photographer for the magazine and beyond talented.

“Please come into the studio, this guy,” she let out a breath, her fringe flying up.

“Nice?” I asked, half standing.

“Fucking beautiful. Christie did the interview. I just got to take photos.” She moved her head back and we walked to the studio.

“What’s it for?” I asked her, fluffing the back of my hair. I had clipped the front back, my curls constantly getting in my eyes.

“He’s a tattoo artist. Sexy as fuck but does proper life like tattoos. I’ve seen his portfolio. Amazing.” She smiled at me and opened the door to the studio, I had to think of some bullshit reason I was here. “Sorry, got my light holder. We’re ready.” Candy’s voice went up. Light holder? Fucking hell. I walked into the centre of the room. He was sitting on a white sofa, a white sheet on the floor and wall.

“Wyatt?” I smiled as he looked up, his face dropping.

“Gabby, fuck what are you doing here?” He asked, standing up. He looked so shy and I felt so sorry for him at this moment. Candy knew I was filth and what my weekends were about but Wyatt probably didn’t want the world to know.

“I work here. Candy’s light holder,” I chuckled. I looked him up and down, he looked different with clothes on, probably better actually. His jeans were dark with a bright white t-shirt. It made his tattoos look scrumptious.

“Oh small world,” he smiled shyly.

“How do you know each other?” Candy asked, setting her camera up. I panicked for a minute, fuck. How did we know each other?

“Wyatt’s a friend of Tami’s.” I lied.

“Oh, can’t bad mouth her then,” Candy chuckled and I joined her, grabbing her light.

“Fuck sake, sorry.” Candy stood up. “I need my other SD card.” Candy hurried out the room, she was normally very organised, odd for her. I looked back at Wyatt, whose face was crossed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Seeing you is fucking me up.” He told me, looking into my eyes.

“I don’t get what you mean?” I moved back.

“That made me sound like a dick. Sorry.” He shook his head. “Like you have clothes on, it’s fucking with my head.” He smiled weakly and I laughed, putting Candy’s light on the floor.

“We all have lives out of the club Wyatt.”

“I know, but my ability to talk to you has gone. It’s annoying.” He sat down, his face still crossed.

“I’ll see you Friday?” I asked him, my voice soft.

“Of course.” His smile was larger.

“Sorry, let’s go. Gabby light please!” Candy bounced into the room. I smiled at her, lifting it up. “After you have to see Wyatt’s portfolio Gabs, have you seen it?” She asked, her camera clicking. She gave Wyatt no direction, but that’s what she was best at.

“No, I haven’t actually.” I smiled at him, he looked so fucking awkward and I really wanted to put his mind at ease.

“Sit down for me Wyatt, Gabby just step back. I don’t need the light.” I nodded, doing what I was told. I put the light down as Candy got closer to a now sitting Wyatt. His eyes were on me and I had a cheeky thought. I lifted the hem of my pink flowing dress, lifting it up to my face quickly, flattening it down. Wyatt started laughing, his head back.

“Is Gabby doing faces at you? Perfect thank you.” Candy said, making Wyatt laugh harder.

“Thanks Gabby,” he smiled at me. I watched Candy work, knowing she was getting some amazing shots. I tried to avoid Wyatt’s gaze, maybe I was making him more uncomfortable, I was tempted to leave but Candy would know something was up.

“I think I’m done.” Candy put her camera down, “Let me get my laptop. Gabs, there is Wyatt’s portfolio.” She pointed at a leather binder on the table to the side of us. As she walked out the room I went towards it, flicking open the front page. The first tattoo honestly looked liked a photograph, an image of an angel. It was the best tattoo I had ever seen, hands down.

“You did this?” I turned my head to him. He was still sitting on the sofa and he nodded at me.

“Yeah, they’re all mine.” He smiled shyly.

“Wow,” I breathed out, flicking the page. “No way is this on someone’s skin!” I cried, looking at the skull on the page. I heard Wyatt chuckle and his footsteps behind me.

“Yeah, I did that as well. I wasn’t too happy about that one to be fair. I think I could have done the shading better.” I looked up at him as he shrugged.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Like you then.” His voice was low. “I like your dress.” He sounded bashful and I turned to him, a smile on his face.

“Thanks, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable, you know.” I shrugged.

“I thought you didn’t do talking?” He asked me, a small smile on his face.

“Not in a club generally, no. You’re the only person whose name I know.” I chuckled lightly, looking at the door.

“That’s funny,” he laughed. “You’re the only person whose name I know.” I felt my cheeks get hot, trying to laugh off this tension. God I just wanted to fuck him right this second. I could smell his aftershave and I could feel myself getting wet.

“Right, laptop!” Candy shouted, coming into the studio.

“I’m going to go back to my desk, got that article to write.” I smiled, standing back.

“See you later Wyatt.” I gave him a small wave.

“Yeah, bye Gabby. Nice seeing you.” He smiled at me and I walked out of the studio, taking a deep breath. Friday couldn’t come fucking soon enough.


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