Tempted

Chapter 4

Alexandra’s POV

On our way home, Whitney couldn’t shut up about her new tattoo and Xander.

Xander. Even his name is sexy. No matter how much I disliked it, my mind kept going back to him. I was pissed and intrigued. I have lived all my life with guys wanting me and obsessing over me. But for some reason, Xander rarely paid me any attention except for the few glances he kept throwing my way.

It wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to be his entire focus. He didn’t exactly seem like he was that interested in me. I expected him to walk up to me and ask for my number. That’s what they all do, but instead, he packed his stuff and left without a backward glance.

I wasn’t worried though. I always get what I want. His is just coming with a bit of a challenge which I crave. That’s exactly what I want. What I need. A damn challenge. I’m going to have him, I suddenly feel my mood lighting up. Whitney drops me at my house.I wave at her as her car zooms off and smile, a plan forming in my head. Tomorrow is going to be a long ass day.

The next day I left immediately after school. I was supposed to meet with Julian but right now I don’t care. He can wait, Xander can’t. I booked a session with INKS immediately I entered my room last night. I wanted to get a tattoo, not because I wanted one, but because I needed to see Xander again and be alone with him.

When I got home, I changed into the shortest cargo skirt I owned, I got it because it shows off my supply curves and my legs. For my top, I changed into a tube cropped top. I wear my soft faux fur oversized hat and tucked my legs into my thigh high leather boots. For my makeup, I over line my lips making it look fuller and I brush my lashes with mascara. I don’t do too much because I know I look good either way. I look at myself in the mirror one last time before heading out.

When I get to our garage, I slid into my Porsche, start my engine and head over to INK. I’m on a mission to seduce.

I enter INKS With a confident smile on my face. The lady by the reception desk, I think her name is Maggie, looks at me and blinks twice before asking my intent.

“I made a booking online for a session with Xander”, she checks the system and asks for my name. After few seconds, she ushers me to the work room Whitney got her tats. She tells me to make myself comfortable before going out to get my tattoo artist for the day. I remove my hat, fluff out my curls and make myself comfortable.

After 5mins the door opens and Xander walks in with that lazy boy stride that I can’t help but find sexy. Two sets of blue eyes find me immediately and pins me on the spot. Why does he have to be this hot?

My lips tilt up in a smirk, “Hi Xander, we meet again”. He nods and goes about prepping the equipments.

“Have you go through our collection?”

“I don’t need that. I have something else I want”.

I stand from my chair and moved toward him, sitting on the tattoo chair. Immediately I’m close to him, he stiffens slightly but doesn’t stop what he is doing. I lean my hands backwards on the chair, making my back arch and thrusting chest forward. I intentionally wore the tube top because I knew how good by boobs look in it. I smile inwardly as I think of where I want my tattoo to be.

Xander finishes prepping and turns towards me, giving me his full attention.

“Let me see”. I show him the picture on phone which he studies carefully, “where do you want this?”.

I lick my lips before answering, “under my boobs”. He stills and looks up at me. With his face so close to mine, I suddenly feel the urge to bite his lips and kiss them. His lips look so yummy and plump. I love fat lips.

His gaze lowers to my boobs. I arch my back a little more and spread my legs slightly.

“Is that a problem?”, I ask.

“None”. As he steps a little backwards, my eyes fall to the obvious bulge in his pants and I smile victoriously inwards. I’ve got him.

“Could you raise your top up a little bit?” Somehow his voice got huskier and sexier. Looking him in the eyes, I slower remove my top, using my forearm to cover my n*****s.

“f**k, i didn’t mean to remove them”.

“I know”. I say, leaning back to rest my back on the chair still covering my n*****s, “I’m more comfortable this way”. He looks at my arm covering my n*****s, looks at my face and begins work.