Free Fierce Salon: Episode 2: A New Adult Smexy Serial (Volume 2) by Aspen Drake

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
    Amy
     
    I walk into the salon at exactly nine thirty-two on my first official day. I half expect Nate, the gorgeous owner that hired me without checking references, to tell me he was high at the time and ask me to leave the premises.
    When I find him waiting at the front desk with the Wall Street Journal, I don’t know what to say. He doesn’t have that same problem.
    “You’re late.” He folds up the paper and grabs his coffee cup.
    “I’m sorry.” I glance at my phone and then at the clock on the wall. “I thought you said to get here at nine thirty.”
    “I did.” He slowly takes a sip and finally looks at me. “It’s nine thirty-four.”
    Well, now it is…it wasn’t when I arrived. “Um, okay. I’m sorry about that.” I shift from one foot to the other. “It won’t happen again.”
    He nods once. “See that it doesn’t.”
    Damn. Four minutes on the job and I’m already in trouble.
    He walks toward an empty station in the back and I silently follow. When he sits in the chair, I stop short, confused by what he wants me to do next.
    “Put your things in the cabinet. The drapes and your apron are in the bottom drawer.” After a moment of me just staring, he finally notices I haven’t moved. “Is something the matter?”
    Nate’s crystal blue eyes lock onto mine through the mirror. His features soften like he isn’t pissed anymore but he still doesn’t like me for some reason. I don’t know what I’ve done but it’ll take some effort to win him over.
    That’s fine with me. I’ve been underestimated my whole life and I won’t let him or Shane or any other man treat me like I’m too stupid to take care of business.
    I square up my shoulders and step to the cabinet. “Not at all. I’ll be ready in just one minute.”
    I open up my case and pull out my favorite shears then slip into the black apron. The word Fierce is written across it in teal lettering. I really want this job to work out. I need it to work out. I catch myself tracing the letters with my fingers as Nate clears his throat.
    Where’s all this sentimentality coming from? I must be PMSing.
    After a deep cleansing breath, I turn toward Nate with the drape in my hand. “So, what are we going to do today?” I give him my best smile and step behind the chair, carefully attaching the drape around his neck.
    He seems to be holding in a smile as he watches me. “Well, I could use a half inch off the top. Nothing drastic.”
    I gently rake my fingers through his hair. It’s cool and silky. No product to ruin its texture. My mind briefly imagines doing this in the throes of passion but I shake that thought away and focus on the task at hand. Keeping my job.
    Glancing up at Nate, I see his normally clear eyes are dark and his intense stare is back. This time, he doesn’t seem angry or even curious. He’s more…hungry.
    Watching his eyes, I see them dart down to my chest. I follow his gaze and realize my nipples are erect and spiking through my shirt and around the sides of the narrow apron.
    Hunching my shoulders forward a bit to loosen the fabric, I step fully behind Nate so he can’t see my boobs. “No problem.” I force a cough to clear the rasp from my voice. “Your hair is damp. Did you just wash it or should we get you over to Frankie?”
    “Frankie isn’t in yet so you’ll have to do the shampoo.”
    “Sounds good.” I can hear the cracks in my voice as I pretend to be cheery and confident. I’m neither and if he doesn’t know it yet, Nate will figure it out soon enough. “Please follow me.”
    He nods and stands by the chair, waiting for me to lead him to the shampoo room. So, this is a role playing exercise. Fan-fucking-tastic.
    I feel his body just a breath behind me as I reach the first shampoo chair. “Please have a seat.”
    I reach for a towel and roll it up behind his neck. “Just recline back and tell me if this is uncomfortable.”
    As soon as he’s on his