Rule(70)

“That’s a really nice thing to say.”

“It’s not nice if it’s the truth.  So tell me how a vanilla girl like you all virgin skin and no piercings gets into a guy like Rule.  From first appearances I would never peg him as your type; you look more Brooks Brothers than Dickies if you know what I mean.”

I twirled a piece of hair around my finger and watched as she typed a bunch of stuff in the computer.  She was freakishly efficient and fast and I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about how sexy I found Rule with someone that already had intimate knowledge of my boyfriend’s junk.

“When he was sixteen he came home one day with an awful tattoo of a horseshoe and a shamrock on his forearm.  Phil had given Nash a tattoo machine and some ink for his sixteenth birthday and instead of trying to learn on pigs or melons they decided that they would try to learn on each other.  Both of them were always really gifted artistically.  Nash was more into street art and graffiti type stuff where Rule just fiddled around with it and happened to learn he had some real talent.  Anyway I was over at his house and I don’t know if you ever got a chance to meet Remy but identical doesn’t even come close to how those two looked.  The same eyes, the same dark hair, the same innate sense that they were out of this world good looking but Rule came home with that terrible tattoo and suddenly he was a new guy.  He claimed his skin as his own, made the mark to define who he was and how he was different from Remy and it was just beautiful how much he loved what changing his outer appearance did for his inner sense of self.  He’s always been a babe but when he started to customize the hotness it just made it better and better.  Without all the tattoos and piercings he just wouldn’t be Rule.”

“And what about you?  You’re not into any of it?”

“I don’t really know.  I had really particular parents growing up and if I had come home with a tattoo or any kind of extreme piercing they would have grounded me until graduation so I never even thought about it.”

“How old are you now?”

“I just turned twenty.”

“You still live at home?”

“Nope.”

“Then shouldn’t you be allowed to do whatever you want with your body without fear of their reaction?”

I sighed and swiveled my chair back and forth.  “Yeah.  I’ve actually been thinking about getting a little something done.”

“A tattoo?  You know Rule would give you something beautiful especially since he’s the one that would have to look at it all the time.”

We shared a laugh that had the guys in the shop looking at us curiously.

“No I was thinking about getting my nipples pierced.”  I wasn’t normally so open but I figured since she did it for a living it was kind of like talking to a doctor about a health problem.  Her unusual colored eyed widened and she gave me a huge grin.

“That’s super-hot.”

I shrugged and continued to twirl my hair.  “I like the way it looks and like you said I’m familiar with your work so I know it can be awesome I just don’t know that I’m ready for something so extreme.”

“They take a bit to heal but when they do it’s amazing.  If you decide to go through with it let me know and I’ll do it for you for free, I’ll just charge you for the jewelry.”

“Well Rule’s birthday is next month so if I do it it’ll be before then.”

She clapped her hands together and giggled like a little girl.  She was kind of crazy but I think I liked her.  I had always had such a hard time making friends and just being at ease around new people it was a testament to all the positive ways Rule was influencing me that I could talk with this wacky girl with no reservations or inhibitions.

“Oh a sexy surprise I just love that idea.  Like I said just let me know and we can work something out, I like seeing my boys happy and doing right by a good girl.”

“Thanks, I think.”

We chatted easily for another hour because whatever Rule was working on was taking him longer than he thought.  I watched her process out the clients that were finished getting their designs done and watched her help a few people come in that had questions and were interested in setting up consultations.  She chased off another girl that came in looking for Rowdy this time and by the time Rule walked up to the counter with his freshly bandaged canvas I felt like I had made a new friend.  She was sarcastic and witty as hell but her insights into the way my guy’s head worked was clear and coming from a different perspective than I had ever heard before.

Rule’s client looked like he was barely old enough to drive but he was sporting some major artwork and had his entire upper arm wrapped up and shiny with ink and salve.  I didn’t miss the appreciative look he gave me as he was walking out and apparently neither did Rule.  He flicked the kid in the back of the head and told him that if he wanted his sleeve finished he better keep his eyes to himself.  He told me to give him just ten more minutes so he could clean up his station and then we could go.  I watched him walk away and noticed that the female client Nash was working on and the young girl that the artist they called Mase was working on both did the same thing.  Cora was right, it was just some kind of magnetic pull he had over the opposite sex and as long as I was with him I was just going to have to learn to deal with it.