She giggles like a schoolgirl. “On second thought, I could use some help in the bakery.”
“I’ll be sure to stop by.” Over the top, he shoots her an exaggerated wink.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. I lied. He’s my bodyguard.” Lifting the sink hose, I spray him with warm water until he backs away, laughing.
“Pity. The offer still stands.” She wiggles her fingers at him, blows him a kiss, and he catches it midair.
Damn, too bad he’s a jerk, because his interaction with her was sweet.
As soon as I finish with her, he leans in close. “Is it my turn yet?”
“I’ll do him.” Mia, who entered when I wasn’t looking, keeps a straight face as she hangs up her raincoat.
“Not funny.” I roll my eyes but those two laugh their asses off.
“Is too.” Still chuckling, my sister glances down at today’s bookings. “Oh, looky here. My ten AM cancelled. I’ll take Mrs. Gallo and you can trim Mr. Hot Lips.”
Mom doesn’t miss a beat as she arrives with baked goods and sets them down next to the coffee maker. “Oh, hello, Mr. Lips. Welcome.”
Our next client, who stopped having birthdays after ninety, walks in behind her and helps herself to some goodies. “I once knew a Mr. Lipchitz, any relation?”
The annoyingly handsome bodyguard grins. “Maybe, but I doubt it.”
Wanting him gone, I snap an apron, twirl the chair in front of the sink, and point. “Sit.”
“Yes ma’am.” Smirking, he lowers his ass down, his eyes about breast level.
Thinking they might get action, my traitorous nipples spike under my lace bra. Unable to hide their delight, I cup his neck and rest it in the basin's divot. As his incredible brown eyes lock onto mine, my mouth dries and my fingers linger, enjoying the softness of his skin.
This attraction cannot be all one-sided. Why am I so drawn to him?“Warm enough?”
“You tell me.” A corner of his lip slips up.
“I was referring to the water temperature. Close your eyes.” I spray the side of his head to emphasize my phrase had no alternate meaning.
“Mmm. Perfect.” The pleasureful groan from deep in his chest causes my girly parts to quiver.
Shaking, I pump shampoo, and massage his scalp. Using my fingers’ pads, I rotate in little circles. As he hisses through his teeth, I swallow the lump in my throat, and continue until the tiny creases in his brows disappear. I repeat with conditioner and when done, perspiration runs down my side.
Holy shit, it felt more like a lap dance, than a wash.
With a towel around his shoulders, I lead him to my cutting station. “What’s your pleasure?”
“Take it off. All of it.” At his cocky grin, Mia giggles and I shoot her with my eye-lasers. Surely, she knows I’m holding on by a thread. Standing between his legs may be my Waterloo.
I try picturing him with different styles. He’s got nicely shaped ears and a high forehead. It’s a shame he wants a military cut. He could keep the bad-boy bangs and the sides short. Already gorgeous, the modern look would put him on the cover of GQ.
“You really want me to use a razor?” I hold it up in the air, hoping he’ll say no.
“Yeah. I like it that way.”
Gulping again, I swivel his chair, putting his back to the mirror. First, I trim the neckline. Then, as my fingers brush over his skin, he white knuckles the armrest.
My kissing skills may suck wind, but I guess I could start a new career as an erotic hairdresser. For sure, it’d bring in a younger, male audience. Imagining myself in a low-cut dress, straddling his lap, I remove the locks over his ears. Done with the back and sides, I step between his muscular thighs. When I brush against his leg, totally by mistake, his eyes pop open.
Breathing hard, our gazes lock. The black centers of his eyes cover the brown. His gaze on my lips, his nostrils flare as he inhales.
Chapter 5
