“Hey, Sia, how you doin‘?”
“Ruvash. I need your help, stat,” I growled into the phone. My cousin, when he was not on stage, ran a salon.
“What’s up, Sianna. We’re using the fury tone again,” he reprimanded.
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“What have we gotten ourselves into now?”
“I’m blue,” I wailed.
“It’s Thursday, sweetie, not Monday?”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m literally blue,” I explained. “These children put something in my face wash, and now my face is blue.”
“Oh gosh, are you serious?”
“God, Ruvash, why would I make this up?” I snorted, annoyance getting the better of me. “You’re the beauty expert. What should I do? I can’t go out in public looking like this.”
“It’s going to be all right, Sianna. I’m heading to the salon now. If you can, meet me there. I’ll have you fixed in no time,” he consoled.
“Okay.” Tossing the phone on the bed, I exchanged my robe for a pair of fitted jeans, a black tank, and sneakers. After brushing my hair into a ponytail, I exited the room. Downstairs, I debated whether to give the children a piece of my mind. After a quick deliberation, I headed for the foyer. When the door swung inward, my foot froze mid-stride as my eyes clashed with a pair of stunning green ones. My hand clutched my chest reflexively, and my gaze roamed over a man leaning against the frame. With thick, light brown hair that fell past his collar in soft waves, GQ model suited him better.
That velvety tan complexion would undoubtedly turn heads twice, forcing women to bump their mesmerized bodies into objects. My eager gaze fell to his snug ripped jeans and white cotton shirt, unbuttoned to reveal just enough chest to warrant further investigation. Desire, hot and heavy, raced through my veins, and it took an effort to keep from squeezing my thighs together.
“Do I meet with your approval?” the husky comment accompanied by the appearance of deep dimples brought a flush of guilt to my face.
I averted my gaze. “Can I help you?”
“May I ask you a question?” The soft words drew my gaze once more.
God, his eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes, were gorgeous. Hell, his entire face was. I coughed to clear my throat. “Yes?”
He ran his thumb along a strong jawline before his bottom lip quirked up in a lazy smile. “I’ve seen many beautiful women in my life, but this is the first time I’ve met someone with such a fetching skin color. It’s truly unique if I may say so.”
For one stupid moment, I stared at him dumbfounded. Then, realization dawned. “Oh, shit.” I slapped a hand to my gaping mouth. Distracted by this fine specimen of the male species, I’d completely forgotten my blue face.
“Master Rayden, nice to have you back,” Adam’s pleasant greeting stilled my response.
Still flummoxed more so because the newcomer was known and would be staying, I gulped. Switching gazes between both men, I found my feet. “Excuse me.” I rushed out the door, trying hard not to embarrass myself further by falling. I unlocked the car door and slipped behind the wheel. The second the engine roared to life, I drove off not before glancing in the rearview mirror. Both men were laughing, and the occasional splutter of my rust bucket didn’t aid my situation. I glared at them as if they could see me. Those kids had made a fool of me.
Parking close to the entrance, I locked the vehicle and made a beeline for the salon. The fewer people that saw me, the better.
When I entered, Ruvash looked up. “Oh gosh, Sianna. You’re blue.”
My brows pinched together, I stared at my cousin. “You don’t say. What part of I’m blue, didn’t you understand?” I glanced around the busy salon. “Did you think I was lying?”
He snickered and reached for my arm. “Come on. Sit.” He guided me down into a chair. “Let’s see what we can do.” He signaled for one of the assistants. “What did you get yourself into now?”
“You have no idea. Those kids are evil.”
“They’re just kids, sweetie.”
“More like demons if you ask me.” I retorted. “And if that wasn’t bad enough, Trent received a visitor after specifically advising that I’d be alone with the kids.”
“So? Visitors do pitch up announced at times.” Ruvash settled my head back onto the headrest.
I tilted my chin up to look at him. “You’ve seen Trent, right.”
