Bare Skin: A Billionaire Romance Read Online Free

mine.
    Because that's what it was, it was all mine.
    Looking the girls over, I could tell exactly who the ring leader was.
    The girl with reddish hair had a smile gleaming across her jaw, fingers dancing excitedly as she flipped through my portfolio on the front desk.
    Definitely the driver of this little pop in.
    She didn't look shy or nervous, but she did look a bit tipsy. Her feet wobbled slightly in her heels, legs anchoring down into the carpet to keep steady.
    Yeah, this is what I need. Two drunk girls, who probably want matching tattoos.
    Red was cute, but not my type; she was too tall, and lanky. There was no meat on her bones, and I swear if I had a drumstick I would've been able to play chopsticks across her ribs.
    Her makeup was as bright as her dress, the gold dusting meant to coat her lids was thick and pasty. Fake lashes expanded like long fingers over her eyes, spreading like wings of a raven instead of the sexy wisps of wind-blown flowers.
    Instinctively my eyes were drawn to the motionless girl set in the background. With bright blonde hair, a body to die for, and the face of an angel; she was easy to get lost in.
    There was no packed clay across her skin, no magnified color to steal her perfection. Small breasts sat high upon her chest like perfect raindrops. Just the right size to lick up in one slurp, sucking them deep into my mouth.
    I hated anything fake and made of plastic; it was unnatural. A cheap way to divert the eyes from the ugliness hidden beneath the surface.
    And if you asked me... A complete waste of money.
    Now, I'm not talking about reconstructive surgery for an accident of deformity that needs correction, and is out of that person's control. No, I'm talking about ordinary people who just demand to have what they think is better, or needed.
    It was insane the amount of cash someone was willing to pay to have the body they were given turned into a Barbie doll. I never understood it.
    How could they let a doctor take what they were born with and make it plastic?
    What was the purpose?
    I knew the answer, and it was just as sad as it was simple.
    It was all because of media backlash over what was acceptable. Because of popular magazines declaring what woman or men should look like.
    It was because the world had decided women over a size eight were plus sized, and that men should have calves as large as their biceps. To me it was complete bullshit.
    All the lipo, the injections, the silicone, it was disgusting. A mask that needed upkeep, replacements, and followups to make sure nothing was infected or burst.
    Fuck that.
    Every body was perfect the way it was made. We all have our own flaws, we all have our own likes and dislikes. But to willingly go under the knife to try and find your ultimate happiness...
    Pointless.
    I know I might sound hypocritical. I layer skin with ink that wasn't meant to be there. I'm sure a lot of people would say it's the same thing, but it's not, it's far from it.
    I'm not changing their body into a completely different form, I'm adding to the beauty it already displayed.
    Tattoos are an art, an expression of someone and their personality, or the life they've led. You can learn a lot about someone from the ink they wear.
    My suggestion, take the time to ask them about it, see what you learn.
    The blonde shifted on her feet, my eyes immediately drawn to her hips curving in below the ribs. She was fitted with a starring hour glass figure my fingers could stroke for days.
    I couldn't pull my eyes off her, she was stunning.
    Standing a foot behind her friend, she chewed on her bottom lip, teeth nibbling away the color. She looked more reserved, and shy. Her hands were wrapped tightly behind her back, legs crossed over each other as she stood plastered in place with bare feet.
    “We...” The red haired woman flicked a finger between her and her cute friend. “Want to get tattoos. Right, Lo?” Shooting her friend a playful glance, she looked back at me.
    “Well, this