Beth’s heart raced as a tattooed man in a black leather vest came into the little hair salon where she worked. He smiled at Jasmine at the front counter and Beth’s stomach somersaulted. The deep rumble of his voice as he asked for a cut made Beth want to close her eyes and let the sound wash over her. Instead she finished sweeping up the hair from her last client and cleaning her chair while doing her best to keep how much is voice affected her from showing. When she was done, Beth went up to the reception desk.
“Who’s next?” Beth looked down at the book in front of Jasmine. Something was off, it said Sadist. She had to be reading that wrong.
“He is.” Jasmine nodded in the tattooed man’s direction. “His name is Sadist.”
Beth blinked. Who on earth would name their child something like th
