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This woman could very well be the woman I didn’t know I wanted.
Katie
When Dex offered to show Isaac his tattoos, I had to be honest, my vagina did a little flutter and some drool possibly formed at the corner of my mouth.
I knew I was staring, and was a little bit mesmerised, but I couldn’t help it. Just the idea of Dex taking his shirt off was exciting. So exciting, I felt a hot sweat coming on, or maybe it was just because my heart was beating wildly, pumping horniness around my body and down to my excitable lady parts.
What was it about this man that had me going so lala? Yes, he was handsome and from what I saw in those bloody jeans, which hugged his arse very nicely thank you, he had a good body too; but I’d had hot boyfriends before. Ryan, the footballer, had been scorching and Carl was still quite handsome – you didn’t bag yourself a wife half your age by being beaten with the ugly stick. Dex though, he made me have naughty thoughts just from smiling at me, and I hardly knew him.
What worried me, was he could be an axe murderer, or a total wanker behind the sexy grin, but I actually didn’t care. Besides, I’d always been a good judge of character and I was pretty sure he was a decent guy. Okay, so I’d married a man who I’d thought I’d spend the rest of my life with and didn’t, but we’d managed eighteen years, so I’d not gone totally rogue. Maybe I should trust my judgement of Dex after all.
As the man on my mind grinned at Charlie asking me if I was okay, Isaac came skidding back into the room, holding onto his black portfolio which held all his drawings.
“Here you go,” he said, passing it to Dex with a shy smile on his face.
“Why don’t you sit down?” I offered. “I’ll make us that coffee.”
Dex looked up from the folder and nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
Not wanting to miss out on Dex showing his body – sorry tattoos, I rushed to the kitchen and quickly made some coffee. I even made the real stuff, despite knowing that it would keep me awake and probably make my night sweats twice as bad as normal. I was being stupid, but I wanted to show the nice American man that I didn’t drink crappy instant coffee all the time.
When I carried the tray of coffee and juice for Charlie, into the lounge, I found Dex sitting on the floor with Isaac’s drawings spread out in front of him. He looked up as I walked in and shook his head. My heart sank, surely it wasn’t just me who thought my son had talent.
“These are amazing,” he said. “He’s got real talent.”
“I told you.” I was so full of pride for my boy, who seemed to have lost his way a little bit over the last year. “I told him he should go to Art College, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“I didn’t want to,” Isaac protested. “Although Dad saying only weirdos and people without purpose went to Art College didn’t exactly persuade me otherwise.
Isaac’s shoulders slumped as he obviously recalled the many arguments he and Carl had had about his future.
“I have to agree,” Dex said. “Not about the weirdos and people without purpose, but I’m not sure they could teach him much else, unless of course he wants to do textiles or graphic design.”
“God, no,” Isaac groaned. “That shit is boring.”
“Hey, language,” I warned, even though he usually said much worse – we had a visitor for goodness’ sake.
“See, he’s amazing, isn’t he?” Charlie, ever Isaac’s cheerleader, said.
“He sure is buddy.” Dex studied a drawing of a skull that had snakes coming out of the eye sockets and then back up to me, his expression thoughtful.
“What?” I asked.
Dex turned to Isaac. “I’d like to buy some of these for tattoo designs, if you’d be willing.”
“Are you shitting me?” Isaac’s face broke into a huge grin. “Which ones?”
Dex shook his head. “They’re all pretty damn good, but let’s start with the four skull designs. Sugar skulls are pretty popular at the moment, but I’ve never seen anything as good as these. You okay with that Katie?” He looked up at me where I was still holding the tray.
“It’s up to Isaac. They’re his drawings.”
I placed the tray on top of the coffee table, smacking Charlie’s hand away as he reached for the coffee.
“The juice is for you,” I grumbled, turning to my eldest son. “Well, do you want to sell them?”
Isaac’s head bobbed up and down like an excitable bobble head. “God yeah. That’ll shut Dad up for a week at least.”
I sighed inwardly, making a mental note to speak to Carl about his and Isaac’s relationship, which had deteriorated a lot since the divorce.
