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

back, his eyes are locked on my face, watching my every expression. I plaster the fake smile on it and turn on the faucet. “Is this is too hot?”
    “It’s good.” He’s barely spoken to me and yet those two words cause the hair on my arms to stand on end. I’ve got goose bumps covering my skin as I pull the hot spray to his head.
    “Does this feel okay, Nate?” His eyes close for a moment but he dips his chin in a nod.
    Not sure if he’s in pain or not, I turn the spray to the inside of my arm to make sure it’s okay. It feels good so I wet his hair for a few more seconds before turning off the water and reaching for the shampoo.
    I’m just realizing that Frankie is left handed so he stands on the left side of his clients and has arranged everything to the left of the chair. Of course, I’m on the right side and can’t quite reach the shampoo bottle.
    I lean over as far as I can to hit the shampoo spout. When I feel warmth on my tit, I realize my entire chest is against Nate’s face and he’s breathing directly into my boobs.
    In my attempt to straighten up, I hit the water handle and the sprayer angles up toward my face. I’m stunned for a moment as I get pelted by hot water then quickly grab for the hose that has already misted the whole room. “Oh my god.” I panic and turn off the water. “I’m so sorry, Nate.” I’m grabbing for towels and trying to pat his face when I hear laughing behind me.
    “Damn, girl.” Frankie drops a towel on the floor and starts to mop up my mess. “Did you get your license from clown school?”
    My face is burning and I can’t even look Nate or Frankie in the eye. I’ve never made such a mess at work before and I don’t even know where to begin to make it right. “I don’t… I’m so…” I can feel my eyes burning so I just turn toward the door. “I’ll go.”
    “Wait.” Nate’s hand grips my wrist to stop me. “You’re not going anywhere until I see if you can cut.”
    Shocked, I turn toward him. He’s got a small smile that is so much sexier than the pissed off look he’s been giving me since I arrived. “Really?”
    “Yes, really.” He places his hand in the center of my back and walks me to my chair. “I need a stylist and you need a job so let’s make this work.”
    I nod but can’t speak over the lump in my throat. God, I hope I don’t fuck up again. He’s too beautiful to have a jacked up haircut because I’m clumsy.
    By the time I make the first cut, Olivia is setting up two chairs away from me. She glances at me and smiles encouragingly but hasn’t said a word since she walked in. This is probably one of Nate’s standard tests and she knows not to disturb us.
    I’m extra careful and take twice as long as I should for a half inch trim off the top of his head. His sides and back are quite short so he declines when I offer to clip it back.
    He’s definitely the most attractive customer I’ve ever worked on. I almost wish he was gay after all so I could relax around him. Instead, I’m acting like a dog in heat. A clumsy dog in heat.
    With minimal humiliation, I manage to get through his trim without nicking his ear or leaving a bald spot. When I hand him the mirror, he does a very cursory inspection and stands. “It’s good.”
    “Um, thanks.” I fidget with my comb while he removes his drape and smooths down his shirt. “It wasn’t too complicated.”
    “I’ll have Jules set you up with some models.” He walks toward his chair, leaning into the mirror to pick at his spikes. “How are you with color?”
    “Great.” At least Ming always said I was.
    “I’ll get one of the girls to let you do them when they have an opening.” He turns back to me. “For now, shadow Olivia. She’s got a full day today.”
    “Yes, sir.” I almost don’t catch the way his breath hitches at my words.
    He nods curtly then disappears in the back room.
    “I know I keep saying this but that was a first.” Olivia is whispering next to me