My stomach is in knots as I make my way to Ooorah Ink. It is three in the afternoon and the middle of the week, so I figure he won’t be that busy. I’m wrong. There is a guy in his chair and two more waiting in the small makeshift lobby. When I walk in, a bell over the door chimes, the steady buzz of the tattoo gun is easily heard.

“I’m booked up today. Leave your name and number on the desk, and I’ll call you after closing to set up an appointment.” Sebastian doesn’t look up from the tattoo he is working on intently.

Ok, maybe this isn’t the best idea. “Sure,” I say and move towards the desk.

The buzzing of the tattoo gun stops, “Jaci?” I watch as he scoots back from his client. “Give me a sec.” He says before walking away and not waiting for a response.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I know you’re busy.” I say.

“You decided to take me up on the tattoo?” He questions.

“No.” I bit the inside of my cheek because my words come out fast and aren't at all what I want to say. “I mean maybe.” Dammit. I wish a hole would swallow me about now and put me out of my own awkward misery. “I’m not sure what I want to get, but I do want to get something.”

“I see. You know, normally my clients already have an idea of what it is they’re looking for.” With the way he is looking at me and says it, I’m not entirely sure we are talking about tattoos anymore.

“I’m indecisive and scared.” I lick my dry lips, and his eyes zero in on my mouth, causing the knots in my stomach to tighten more. “I’m not sure I’ll be happy or have a mountain of regrets when I wake up in the morning.”

He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “I guarantee you’d be happy and as for regrets—” His lips graze my cheek as his breath slides across my skin. I gasp at the sensation that floods my body. “There’s no reward without risking regret.”

“You sound like a fortune cookie,” I say to break away from the tension settling between us. Sebastian chuckles low and pulls back slowly, letting his lips linger as he moves away.

“We’ll take it slow Jaci. No need to rush. Though, it does help to know what you want ahead of time. Come by tonight after I close, and we’ll order in some Chinese, while we brainstorm what kind of tattoo you wouldn’t mind waking up to the next morning.”

“You think there’s a tattoo for everyone? What if a tattoo doesn’t fit me? What if I’m the type of person that shouldn’t ever have a tattoo?”

I don’t see it coming, because I’m working myself into a panic attack. Sebastian’s arm wraps around my waist, and his lips slant over mine. A lightning bolt of desire strikes my core. Hunger and fear pulse through my veins as my blood thickens with need.

The others in the room are forgotten, and everything melts away. All that exists at that moment is Sebastian and me. I feel the hard ridge of his erection against my lower abdomen, and it excites me further.

Sebastian pulls back when I start to respond to his kiss. “I think a tattoo will fit you just fine, Jaci.” He kisses me again softer. “Come back tonight.”

He walks away and back to his client; whose eyes are on me with a smirk of approval on his face. The two men in the lobby hold similar expressions, and I feel my face heat with embarrassment.

I go to my car in a daze. My nerves are short-circuiting, and a frenzy of unsatisfied desire circulates through every cell in my body. Now, I must figure out if I can go through with my proverbial tattoo or not.