Beth woke with a tattooed man on her mind, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about him she found more than a little attractive. It wasn’t the tattoos, at least not entirely.
She’d seen a lot of tattoos, and while they didn’t bother her, they didn’t usually draw her either. He had nice hair too, but she’d been drawn to him before she’d put her hands in his hair. She liked the confidence he exuded when he walked, as if he knew who he was and didn’t care what anyone else thought. She wished she could figure out how to do that.
Beth got ready and headed for her shift at the salon, telling herself that there was no reason not to go out with Sadist. He might look a little rough but obviously he was doing well for himself, he owned his own business after all. If they we
