still weak from laughter. Groaning at her aching sides, she closed her eyes, enjoying the music as it wafted over and around her.
Malachy wished Ana had warned him about her gorgeous, eye-catching friend, talk about the total opposite of self. Shaking his head, he left the building a bit bewildered by the encounter. He hailed a cab to take him home.
CHAPTER TWO
Arizona was a great help; they’d soon found the perfect little black dress. It was very short with a rather daring back, plunging to her buttocks. It would show off her temporary tattoo nicely. The neckline was snug at the throat, fitting over her boobs to the waist where the fabric flared off her curvy hips to hit her long, lithe legs two inches above her knees. The fabric was a soft, thin silk, draping her body, floating becomingly when she twirled around.
Today was tattoo time. Mirage had an excellent friend in Adam; they often went out on the town when she appeared. Smiling, she dressed in black jeans and a red t-shirt; putting her purple hair in a ponytail, keeping it out of the way. Mirage sauntered into Vapours Tattoo Parlour, nearly an hour later.
“Mirage; oh my god babe; where have you been,” Adam dropped his art pad where his latest tattoo design was materializing to swing her around until they both collapsed onto his black leather couch. Mirage sprawling over his knees laughing breathlessly; delighted at her reception.
“Adam lovely to see you too,” she laughed, sitting up giving him a smacking kiss on the lips. “I thought it was about time I came in for another temporary tattoo.
“I do wish you’d get a real one Mirage. I’ve such great designs for you.”
“Your work is beautiful Adam. However, temporary will have to do,” she said, kissing him affectionately. Mirage quickly bounced to her feet, “come on, show me what you’ve designed this time,” she said with a grin; grabbing his hand, hauling him off the couch.
“Just for you Mirage, remember I’d like you to wear one permanently for me one day, you have such a gorgeous body.” Adam pulled her into the back room where he kept his designs, opening his last art pad Adam flicked through the pages until he came to the one for Mirage. She gasped, shocked. It was beautiful just perfect in every way. On the page, lay a golden phoenix with silver undertones rising out of blue and purple flames.
“Adam,” she squealed with delight, “That’s perfect, how’d you know, how do you do this?”
“I’m glad you like it,” he twinkled at her.
“Love it Adam,” she declared excitedly. “When can you do my Phoenix? I want it now.”
“Slow down Mirage,” he laughed, hugging her, “I’ve to sort out the transfer since you won’t let me do a permanent tattoo. Can you get back here at three this afternoon?”
“For this I will, thank you, thank you,” she kissed his cheek enthusiastically.
“Well, off you go. I’ll see you later.”
Sashaying out of the parlour Mirage got out her iPod put her earphones on and nearly danced down the street a huge smile on her face making people stop and stare as she passed.
All Ana required was access to the party tomorrow night. Who could swing an official invite for her? This elite party was a closed social event to raise money towards scholarships for up-and-coming opera singers, which was one of her many joys. Ana’s eyes lit up when she realised Malachy would have tickets; his family had been prominent in town; he received invites for all the parties. Laughing quietly, she wondered if she dare ask. His reaction to her last night still creased her up with laughter. Impishly delightful she picked up her iPhone and rang Malachy’s private line.
“Hi Mal,” Ana cheerfully said.
“Ana, where the hell are you?” he said. “Who is that woman in your apartment,” he snarled.
“Mirage,” she smiled, “she’s a friend. You know I can’t tell you where I