Gracie wipes away the tears from under her eyes.
“God, I would pay good money to see that,” she says.
“But you can’t, because we’re broke,” Blair shakes her head. “Unless we actually do it.”
She can’t be serious. Not that I'm against it, each to their own, but it doesn’t sound like the cleverest way to keep a salon open. As a side hustle, maybe? It’s something to think about.
“My trotters are too ugly,” I admit.
“Some fucked up person would want to see your finger toes,” Blair raises her brows.
“Oh, piss off, you.”
We’re standing at the reception desk at work, laughing, as a customer walks in.
“Well, what a greeting to walk into,” the beauty of a man says with a wide grin on his face.
“Hi,” Gracie says, a little breathless as her eyes lock on his. “Sorry about that, Freddie. Come on through.”
Freddiefollows along behind her as theyhead towards her treatment room. All six foot five of him. His looks are giving, touch me and die vibes, but his smile was kind. What a contradiction of a man.
“You know who that is, don’t you?” Blair whispers once the treatment room door is closed.
“No? Should I?”
“It’s the guy who keeps pestering her for a date. He books in for a massage every other week, just to see her,” she tells me quickly, her voice still low. “You know, the one she kicked out of her room the first time he came because she thought he was jacking off under the towel, but was actually on his phone?”
“Shut up! That’s him?” I ask, my mouth opening as my eyes bounce between Blair's and the door.
“The one and only,” she smirks.
“Well, why the hell isn’t she saying yes? He is bloody gorgeous, and he seems nice!”
No wonder she hasn’t found anyone to date, if she isn’t saying yes to them.
“Honestly, I don’t think even she knows. I’ve asked her, but she just stutters and changes the conversation,” she shrugs. “It’s a pity. I’d climb that man like a tree.”
“It doesn’t take much to make you climb anything,” I say, elbowing her.
“That is true,” she admits.
“Right, enough chatting, I need to wash the bleach off my client's hair before it disintegrates.Shouldn’t you be with someone now?”
“Yep, I left to make her a drink, then you distracted me. Are you still coming round ours for food later?”
“Yes, as if I'd ever turn down food.”
“There is no way in hell that you aren’t giving that man more than just a massage,” Blair says to Gracie when we finish eating our take-away Chinese.
“Oh, my God. Do you really think I’d do such a thing?” She replies, mortified.
“Well, I would. And I'm pretty sure Fallon would too.”
“Yep, I most definitely would. He is one hunk of a man. Why won't you go on one date with him? Surely you're not ready for a pet cat already,” I add.
“I will not be a cat lady, and I also won't be unprofessional. If he weren’t my client, I'd think about it.” She says with a sad look on her face.
“Behave, since when has our salon ever been classed as professional. People come to us for our sparkling personalities; we’re not boring bastards like most places in town.” Blair stares her down.
