As Chet followed Scott through the employee-only area of the tattoo parlor, he wondered what had the artist working so late. Part of him was afraid to ask. What if he wasn’t Scott first booty call of the night? What if he wasn’t the main course but dessert? What if—
“We threw a birthday party for Lanie after work,” Scott said, interrupting Chet’s thoughts. “I knew it’d run late, but geez. They closed the place up early and it was beers all around. I thought they’d never leave.”
Lanie was one of the piercers at Tattoo 804. When Scott first introduced them, she told Chet she’d love to see him with a Prince Albert. He’d laughed politely at the time, but when he went home and Googled the term, he almost fainted. No way in hell was he ever getting one of those! And if he did…God forbid, but i
