Claimed By The Lawrence Brothers

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Holding out his hand for me to take, I look at it. Do I want to take the sexy man's hand? The one that's covered in old-school biker ink, with a sexy kick-ass platinum skull ring attached.

"I won't bite, you know. Well, unless you want me to?" He ends that with a cocky wink.

While I look back up, my heart suddenly kicked off. It's going crazy, and with wide eyes, I gasp in shock after hearing his words. Then the look on his face changed. I don't know what it means, but it's hot as hell.
I have to shake my head, to sort my jumbled thoughts. Then I stupidly give my hand. It caused instant tingles. Feeling it made my body involuntarily inch toward him. It wants to get closer, but I force myself back away. He's bad. I know he's a player. I can see it. He'd break my heart in two seconds flat. He's definitely a "fuck them and leave them, two seconds later" kinda guy. I bet he'd be amazing though. Oh, my God! Where the hell did that come from? Oh god, run away, Hales! Run!
Just when I think I'm having a meltdown, I hear his phone beep in his pocket. It causes his body to jump slightly. It made me quickly pull away from him but then he calls out to me, pissing me off in the process.

"Well, it was nice to meet you too, Candy-floss."
I send him the finger. I need to be tough because if there's one thing I've learnt while working around biker tattooists, you can't ever show weakness. You must stand up for yourself because working in a male environment is tough enough. You know, without men like him coming on to you.

Eventually, I hear Mars chuckle. She's telling him to come through. I look at him again, and he's watching me. He's looking with a sexy smirk on his face while he follows behind... And as Mars would say, "shit the fucking bed" How the hell do I work with him? How can I watch him hanging around the place all day? Now I hope Mars won't hire him. I hope to god, she doesn't. But then again, I wouldn't mind if... No, stop it. Hales, focus!

About half an hour later, they walk back out of her office. While they do this, I don't lift my head from drawing. I don't want him thinking he can take the piss out of my hair again. Hell, or anything else for that matter. I'd only end up, punching his sexy bearded face. I can't help wondering what it would feel like if I ran my fingers through it and his hair. Oh, bloody hell. It's like Kayne's hairstyle. It's shaved at the sides and long on the top. Only, Isaac's is a lot longer and light blonde. It's just past his chin. He's wearing black skinny ripped jeans. I can see more ink peeking out too, and now I'm wondering if he's covered? I see a chain, one hanging from his belt. It's attached to his tight, black jeans. I also see he's wearing black biker boots, and a black ripped T-shirt. He's holding his leather jacket in his hand, with his bike helmet in the other. Oh, I wonder what 'ride' he has. I bet he looks hot as hell on it.

"Catch you later, Candy-floss."
I roll my eyes and once again, give him the finger. To which just made him laugh. Oh, his laugh... Jesus, he's hot as hell. Holy crap, I feel tingles run over my body.

"Did you see that, Boss? Hales Flossy-Lewis likes me already."
Wait... BOSS? My eyes snap to his and see he has a shit-eating sexy arse grin. It's plastered on his face. He also sends a stupid arse fucking wink, but what he says next... Well, I want to slap him and then jump into his arms at the same time. I'm not even sure that's possible, but I'd give it ago.

"You might think I'm a dick right now, but you'll learn to love me eventually. Then you'll want me inking that fucking sexy-ass-rocking body of yours. Oh, believe me, baby, it will happen."
I gasp in shock, and I think I stop breathing again. I have to turn away from him to hide the blush on my face because the look on his face says he's not shitting me either.
Oh shit! Yep, I definitely need to stay away from him. There's no way he's putting his hands on me ever. As much as that thought turns me on... oh shit! What is going on in my mind? Get a grip, Hales! When he eventually left, I turn to look at Mars when she speaks.