East, along with everyone else, watched the interaction, amused at how Poole was damn near drooling, but it was understood. The woman was fine. She had a mixed vibe going on, Black and Asian, if East had to guess. She was thick as hell which couldn’t be missed because of the skintight black jeans she wore and the matching cropped tank top. It stopped justbelow her full breasts which peeked from the bottom but were covered in some type of lace bra.
“Actually…” Asako paused and scanned the room. She appeared confident, however, inside she was a ball of nerves. Patterson had finally forced her hand and pushed her toward her introduction to East. That was the reason she showed up at East Side Cuts. “I am here for a cut. I wanted to try something new and I heard that you’re the best person to see.” Although she was standing in front of Poole, she looked right past him with her sights affixed on East. At the moment his back was to her, but he lifted his eyes to his mirror and met her gaze.
“That’s what you heard?” he questioned, keeping eye contact through the mirror. He saw the flirty look in her eyes. She very well might have been there for a cut, but that wasn’t all she was there for.
“Aww hell,” Poole groaned and went back to his station. If she was there for East, none of them had a chance in hell of pulling her attention away from him.
“The fuck you pouting for, Poole? You knew that shit wasn’t happening anyway, and besides, your mama is gonna be here to scoop your ass in a few. Let her walk up in here with her in your chair and that’s your ass.” Dawson was the first to speak, causing the rest of them to laugh like little ass kids. All but East. He was tired and ready to shut down so he could get home. One more head meant at least thirty to forty-five minutes, depending on what she wanted. She was fine but not that damn fine that he wanted her in his chair at the current moment. And then there was Joi. They were already in a fucked-up space, he didn’t need her walking in, spazzing the hell out because another woman who was clearly interested in him was in his chair.
“That’s exactly what I heard. You’re East, right?” Asako’s eyes moved across East’s body, lingering in certain places to fully take him in and approve of the view.Damn, this man is fine.Shewas loving his perfectly fitted black on black clothing. Jeans sat low on his waist with a barely-there sag, exposing the slight bow in his legs, apparent even with his relaxed stance. A pocket tee covered his upper half withEastSideprinted on the sleeve. The tee hugged him in a way that exploited his chest and triceps. She had seen him a few times in passing while they shared the same space at clubs, but never had she been this close to him.
While Asako’s eyes devoured East, he kept his on her hair. It was down and shoulder length. Thick with curls he attributed to her mixed ethnicity. He hadn’t found any places that were shaved but assumed it might have been hidden under the sea of hair.
“We’re closing soon. What you trying to get done?”
Asako’s smile stretched widely as she eased into his personal space.Shit, he smells good.Her thin eyes searched his face, admiring his handsome features. She could get used to looking at him but knew better than to get attached. This was business; an attachment to East was dangerous.Get close to him, find out a way to get Patterson the money he needs, then move the hell on,she coached herself. After the deed was done, she was moving the hell out of Georgia like she should have years ago. She just couldn’t stomach leaving her family, they were all she had.
Fighting the urge to be frightened by the intimidating look on his handsome face, Asako tilted her head slightly to the left and threw her hair over her shoulder.
“I want this side shaved. Just a few inches from here to here to here. She lifted her hand and moved her fingers from her hairline just above her ear to the middle of the back of her head, outlining the right side of her head.
East raised his brows then narrowed his eyes. “You sure you want to do that?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Why? You don’t think I can pull it off?”
“Hell yeah you can,” Poole responded with a little too much enthusiasm before East shot him a look, waiting for him to shut the fuck up.
East then addressed Asako. “Yeah you can. I’m just trying to be sure it’s what you really want.”
She flashed him a seductive, teasing smile before peering at him, thinning out her already slanted eyes. “Why? You gonna mess it up?”
East accepted the challenge with an arrogant laugh before he motioned to his chair. “Sit down.”
Asako did as she was instructed and her stomach fluttered from the anticipation of East having his hands in her hair and his body close to hers.This is business. Get a grip.
Once East had the cape draped across her body, he ran his fingers through her hair. She damn near let out a moan and he smirked, shaking his head. With some women it didn’t take much and he knew for sure she was feeling him. He was ’bout to make the cut as quick as possible and keep it as professional as possible. After lifting a comb, he turned her to the mirror and extended it to her. She watched him through the mirror with lustful eyes.
“Separate it, so I know how much you want cut.”
Asako shook her head slowly, biting her lip before she responded. “You do it. I might not get the part straight.”
East groaned, knowing it didn’t have shit to do with the part, but he went with it. After he agreed on the amount, she pulled the rest up into a ponytail to keep it out the way. Once she had it secured, East lifted his clippers and turned them on, giving her one last out before he got started.
“You ready?”
“Yep, let’s do it. And don’t mess up my head,” she warned with a playful smile, which caused him to laugh under his breath. He was indeed the best and would not fuck up her head.
They were both quiet while East focused on what he was doing, but during the process of admiring his work, he felt a tug on the hem of his shirt and was pulled closer to Asako.
“You smell good.”
“Thank you.” Even though he felt her eyes on him, he kept his focus on what he was doing. He could have been rude, but there was no point. She wasn’t getting shit from him other than a fresh ass cut, no matter how hard she tried.
The fuck?He shook his head at the thought. A few weeks ago, a woman like the one in his chair would have not only gotten a cut but would have been introduced to his office and a stiff dick from the amount of effort she was putting in to get his attention. Effort like her little ass hand purposely brushing against the front of his jeans while she kept the hold on the hem of his shirt. True enough his dick was rising but she was fine. He wouldn’t take that away from her.
“Your hand,” East warned with a quick look of recognition. Asako grinned and removed it.
“My bad.”
