Odd that she loved the slap of his bare feet against the floor. As he entered her tattoo parlor, everything about her just seemed to zoom in on everything about him. She’d never experienced such an interesting, intense reaction to a man before. But her work ethics were ingrained deeply inside of her and she would not allow herself to sleep with a client. No matter how much she was attracted to him. And she was definitely attracted to this hunk. This swish of the paper drape made her turn around. He stood in the doorway, his eyes quite fierce as he stared at her. Oh if his eyes could fuck, he’d be taking her right here and right now. She blinked that insane thought away. The man was her client and she had to keep her mind on her job! “Please, have a seat and we can get started,” she said. He did as she asked and sat on the chair, placing his socked feet onto the plastic-covered foot stirrups. She slipped on some latex gloves, grabbed the stirrups and moved them outward until she was able to roll her chair in between his wide-spread legs.
