“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Hayley?” August looks at me. Waiting.
“My salon isn’t far from here. I was thinking I should stop in. I mean, I could stop in and check on things,” I tell him.
“Andre, make a detour to Hayley’s salon,” August says before turning his attention back to me. “Why would you think that’s a bother?”
“Because I’ve already taken too much of your time tonight. With Riley and everything.” I mean, he was supposed to stay at that fundraiser. “You wanted me with you so you could attend these events and focus on business.”
“That wasn’t why I wanted you.” August smirks. “It was just part of why.”
When Andre pulls up to my salon without me having to give him the address, I raise a brow at August.
“I find out everything I need to know about someone,” August says, answering my unspoken question before he gets out of the car.
Once he’s satisfied that it’s safe, he steps aside and holds out a hand to me. Then he guides me to the front door. I punch in the code and walk in, flicking on the lights.
“How would you feel about moving your salon closer to home?” August asks, following me inside.
I laugh. “Sure, because I can afford to lease a space anywhere near your apartment. Besides, this is close tomyhome.”
He gives me a look I can’t decipher but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he walks over and sits in the chair by the basin, and suddenly I have the urge to wash his hair.
I swipe up two towels and step up to his side. “Take off your jacket.”
“Miss Bell, this your way of seducing me, because I gotta say… it’s working.” August winks at me as he shrugs out of his jacket. He then removes his tie and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt.
I tuck a towel into the back of his collar and around his shoulders, and push him backwards. “I want to wash your hair.”
“Is it dirty?” he asks.
“No, I just like touching it.” I smile and walk around to turn on the water. I wait for it to warm up before holding the nozzle over the top of his head. “Do you think Andre will mind having to wait?”
“Andre will do whatever he’s told to do. It’s his job,” August says.
I squirt some shampoo onto my hands and start rubbing them all over his head, massaging his entire scalp.
August moans. “Fuck me, this is how you wash hair?”
“Mhmm.” I focus on all the parts of his scalp that I know feel really good, turning the water back on before I wash the shampoo out, and then I repeat the process with a conditioner.
“Hayley?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you feel about quitting work altogether?” August asks.
“Why would I do that?” I laugh at him.
“Because I’m not sure if I can handle knowing you make other people feel this good all day.” He groans as I dig deeper. I move my hands down over his shoulders, leaning over as my fingers move under his shirt.
“I don’t wash anyone else’s hair this good,” I say, trailing kisses along his neck.
“Fuck me,” August moans, grabbing hold of my hands. He somehow manages to pick me up and sits me on top of him. The split in my dress allows me to place my legs on each side of his. “Keep going.”
My hands move back up to his hair, massaging the conditioner into his scalp. He really does have great hair. It’s thick. Dark. And when it’s wet, curls hang down over his forehead.
“I love your hair.”
