Sinful Cravings
He scoffed.
“Hi, my name is Blake, and I’m the tattoo artist you contacted on I*******m to book today’s appointment,” he explained, completely catching me off guard.
For a moment, I simply stared at him, unsure of what to say next.
“Did… did you know? How did you know I was the one who made an appointment with you?” I probed, my words stumbling over one another.
Blake chuckled softly.
“You had several photos of yourself on your I*******m page. Unlike you, I don’t post pictures of my face. The only photos on my account are from the neck down, so that’s probably why I recognized you while you didn’t recognize me.” He paused briefly before continuing.
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