~ SIENNA ~
Of all the people in the world to run into after a yoga session, the universe chose Gavin. Now I needed another session of yoga, a bottle of Everclear and maybe a line of cocainé. So much for stepping out to get a breather.
I glanced at the introduction card on the table. It was metallic black with only three lines of silver text printed in a bold font.
The Tattoo Master
Gavin Kessler (I tried not to think of how séxy his full name was)
A phone number
In that order. It was a minimalistic and classy design.
Gavin’s last words kept ringing in my head as I looked at the card, pissing me off more and more each time.
”Don’t call around noontime. That’s rush hour at work.”
It didn’t matter that I told him I would not be calling. He was too arrogant to believe that. I coul
