Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“I do. My appointment isn’t work related. It’s personal.”
“Oh?”
Mia grinned and clapped her hands. “I’m getting a tattoo!”
“What? Are you joking?”
“Nope. I had the tattoo dream again.”
She didn’t have a single one, but Mia had been having recurring dreams about getting tattoos for longer than I’d known her. They happened once or twice a year, and each time, the dream started with a tattoo and ended with her meeting some random hot guy. In one dream, she got a tattoo of a crescent moon, and later that day she met a neurosurgeon. In another, she had the outline of a butterfly tattooed on her thigh, and when she went back a few weeks later to have it colored in, there was a famous rock star getting inked in the chair next to her. She left the tattoo parlor and went on tour with him. Sometimes she had the same dream more than once.
“What was the dream this time?”
“It was a new one. I was in a foreign country getting a tattoo. I’m not sure which one, but it was really pretty with high cliffs. After the tattoo was finished, I went for a walk along the waterfront, and some gorgeous guy yelled to me from his yacht. He pointed to the bandage covering my wrist and asked if I was okay. We wound up having espresso on his yacht, and when I took off the bandage to show him what I’d gotten, he had the same exact tattoo. We sailed around the Mediterranean all summer.”
I chuckled. “But I thought you were against actually getting a tattoo? I believe your exact words were, ‘You don’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley.’”
“I borrowed that quote from Kim Kardashian during my reality-TV phase when I thought she was my guru. Now I’m into motivation and mindset podcasts, and I’ve changed my tune. I need to work on manifestation. If I’m ever going to meet Prince Charming, I need to put it out there to the world that I’m here for it. Getting the tattoo from my dream is my way of doing that.”
“I wish you would’ve told me. I could’ve asked Billie for an appointment. Her work is amazing.”
“Girl, who do you think is doing my ink? I stalked her the day after you told me you’d made a new friend.” Mia winked. “I was sizing up the competition, but you were right. Her work is incredible. When I found out yesterday that I could switch to an earlier flight, I called her shop. The woman who answered said there was a six-month wait to get a tattoo from Billie and asked if I wanted to be put on the cancelation list in case of a last-minute opening. I told her I’d love to, but I was only in town for a few days. We got to talking, and I said I was visiting my friend who lived in the same building as the tattoo parlor. A minute later, Billie herself was on the phone and offering to come in early to pop my cherry. Apparently your name has some big pull around here.”
“Oh, I’m so glad! You’re going to love her.”
“Where can I open my suitcase?” Mia looked around. “I need to wash my face and put some makeup and a cute outfit on. I want to look good for the pics you’ll be taking of me getting my first tattoo.”
I smiled. “Come on. I’ll make space in my bedroom.”
Mia lifted a brow as she grabbed her suitcase. “Your bedroom. Not Vera’s?”
I sighed. “I flipped the mattress and bought new sheets, so I think I can call it mine for now.”
Mia followed me down the hall. “No news about her, I take it?”
“Nope. Not a peep. It’s like she vanished. This is the longest she’s ever been gone.”
“I can’t believe the bitch hasn’t even called to check on—” Mia suddenly paused. “Umm, what the heck is all this?”
I’d forgotten about the now-five-foot-tall pile of gifts stacked in the corner of the bedroom. All of which were still wrapped. I frowned, looking at them. “Oh. That’s Robert. I told you he showed up with a bunch of gifts. I’ve also been getting deliveries—international from Italy and local from department stores. Sometimes two or three a day show up. I had to tell the kids Robert and I had an argument, and that’s why I’m getting all the deliveries. I haven’t told them about the pregnancy.”
“Why haven’t you opened any of it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I can’t bring myself to do it. I know at least some of them are baby clothes, because Robert mentioned that. I think seeing it would make it all too real.”
“How about I open them? I love presents.”
I shrugged. “Maybe after Billie’s.”
A little while later, Mia and I headed down to the tattoo parlor. My best friend was filled with a nervous energy, and I wasn’t sure if it was because she was gun-shy about the needle, or excited about the prospect of manifesting her future. Either way, Billie’s energy when she opened the door was a match.