all zeke wanted to do was get his appointments for the afternoon out of the way, pick maisie up from daycare, and go home. but tiffani just had to hit him with a flood of x-rated pictures and messages and make him lose his train of thought. knowing that he wouldn’t be able to continue to go on about his work day until he released some of the tension, zeke told her to stop by the shop. aimlessly browsing through his phone while leaning against the front desk, he hears the bell above the door ring, signaling someone’s entry. a lopsided grin graces his taupe features upon looking up to see tiff standing there — his next client wasn’t to come in for another hour and a half, so she showed up right on time. he ignores the prying eyes of the other artists, guiding tiffani to one of the more private rooms. ”so, you gonna back up all that shit you were talkin’?” he asks teasingly, both of his tattooed hands pulling her up and into his tall frame by the curvature of her ass.
