“Livvie? That’s adorable. Okay, I think it’s all fixed. Your hair looks perfecto. What do you think?” I held out the hand mirror I brought everywhere with me and showed Livvie my handiwork. It helped I styled hair for a living, but seeing a child smile made my whole night. Especially one who was sad moments ago.
“Livvie! Are you okay? Mrs. Howland said—” The handsome man from earlier ran over to us, skidding to a stop when his eyes landed on me, along with his words, apparently.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Livvie jumped up and down as her face lit up at seeing her father. She loved him to pieces, that was clear.Swoon times infinity.“Z helped me. I’m all better now!” The adorable young girl smiled brightly then ran off towards the rest of the class lined up against the wall.
“Okay, great. Emergency avoided. Phew.” The handsome guy with the most charming smile I’d ever seen said, destroying my panties and exploding my ovaries all at the same time.
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
God damn, he’s fine.
“Thank you. So much. Livvie doesn’t love when Dad does her hair. As you probably saw, I’m not that good at it.” He grimaced, and yet he was still so devastatingly handsome.
How had Alana not told me about him before?!
“Me either.” I teased despite him not knowing I was a hairdresser for a living.
“Zemia! I’ve been calling you!” Alana appeared next to me, tugging on my arm. “I needyou!” She glared at me but then plastered on a huge smile to the sexy man. “Foster, I’m sorry. I kind of need my sister’s help. Will you excuse us?”
Foster. So that’s his name.
Foster stepped back, a gleam in his eye, and a smirk on his face. “No worries. I was just thanking your sister here for helping with Livvie’s hair.”
“She’s great, isn’t she?” Alana said before dragging me backwards towards her kids. I couldn’t stop staring at the handsome man, his brown hair shaggy on the top, a few pieces falling in front of his deep hazel eyes I could get lost in. Hell, I already was. Big time. “We’ll see you after the show!”
My sister spun us around and stormed off towards her waiting class, all while muttering under her breath, “I should be so pissed at you right now, but instead, I want to know how and why you were talking to Foster McKay.”
“He was thanking me for fixing his daughter’s hair. Why? What’s the big deal?” We stopped at the end of the line, and Alana turned to face me.
“Oh, he’s just the most eligible bachelor in town, is all. And it looks like he’s set his sights onyou.” Alana wiggled her eyebrows and glanced over my shoulder towards him.
I went to turn, but Alana quickly grabbed me by the shoulders and kept me facing her. “After the show, go fuck his brains out. I don’t care. But right now, we have a number to do.” With a deep breath, she dropped her hands and turned to face her class. “Okay, friends! Are we ready to be little elves? Let’s go!”
As I got into place at the end of the line, I couldn’t help but sneak a look.
Foster hadn’t moved from where he stood. He watched me closely, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. His eyes moved along my body, and it felt as if he had set me on fire. I wanted to strip naked there and then if not to do anything but relieve the warmth of my skin.
This man unravels me at the seams from a look…I need some air.
Finally, he nodded his head at me and winked before he turned and walked away.
I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last time I saw Foster McKay.
CHAPTER TWO
Foster
As soon asI saw the stunning, curvy woman fixing my daughter’s hair and wiping away her tears with such kindness, I planned on making her mine.
I didn’t know who she was, nor did I care. A woman that treated my daughter like her own would always be a winner in my book.
Hurrying back to my seat, I slid in next to my mother, who held my two-year-old daughter Joanie in her lap. “Daddy!” Joanie clapped and climbed into my lap as soon as I sat down.
“Is her hair fixed?” My mom whispered.
“Hair!” Joanie clapped again, and I chuckled while nodding at my mom.
“Shh, the show is going to start. Are you ready to see sissy again?”
