Ricky resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead stood still and let Saint fondle her hair. She liked when Saint was around because it helped ease the work load. But the woman…man…whatever…she just wasn’t her type and while the blatant sexuality of the creature didn’t put her off, exactly, it didn’t turn her on, either. Instead, she did what she always did, she just kind of went with it. Twining her arm around Saint’s waist, and wrapping her other arm around Eden’s shoulders, she drew the two women close and gave Eli a heavy lidded wink.
“What do you think, boss? Think he might like a little extra attention.” She laughed, knowing damn well he wouldn’t. Even if Rob did decide he wanted more than one item off the menu, which he was fairly certain he wouldn’t, he’d never pick her. Not if there were other options available. She wasn’t even sure if Eden had done any blood letting yet, but she was not above throwing the girl at him to save herself the trouble. “I could always show even more skin. You know how much he just love my tats,” she added. The truth was she’d been thinking, lately, of getting another tattoo, strategically placed just to turn him off. He preferred taking blood from her legs, and she was not above putting something on her calves. He’d not only be forced to look at her art no matter how hard he tried not to, but he’d actually have to touch them in the act of taking her blood. If that didn’t get rid of him, nothing would. Still, she didn’t want to resort to that. She had other vamp clients and some of them preferred the legs as well. She didn’t want to run the risk of one of her pieces getting fucked up with bite marks. Although…a tattoo of a bite scar right on her inner thigh would probably be sexy as hell. It was something to consider.