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

then nudges my arm. “Come on. Let’s see what I have on the calendar today.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
    Nate
     
    It’s like watching a suspense thriller in slow motion. She turns the hot water to my scalp and drags her fingernails across the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of chills behind.
    I can’t take my eyes off her face. She’s so expressive, she almost doesn’t need words. The tension. The excitement. The nervousness. It’s all there. I even catch glimpses of lust in those turquoise eyes.
    I realize just a moment before she does that the shampoo and rinse are on the opposite side of the sink. Then she leans over, stretching her arm over my shoulder to load up on shampoo, not realizing her full breasts are resting right on my face.
    Thank god for the drape or my hard-on would be on full display. Unacceptable. I know I should turn away but I don’t want to embarrass her. At least that’s what I tell myself as I bask in the warmth of the soft mounds surrounding me.
    I exhale slowly, feeling the heat of my breath warm the fabric around me. Her nipples aren’t protruding like they did earlier but the rest of her body stiffens as she realizes her position.
    When she jumps back, her arm hits the faucet and knocks the nozzle off the holder, spraying the room. I want to laugh but I hold back. Vulnerability is usually an annoying characteristic that I don’t have patience for. But with Amy, it’s almost endearing.
    Thankfully, Frankie walks in and eases the tension so we can finish my cut.
    ~**~
    It’s almost two before I get a break in my schedule to grab something to eat. Carly stops me on my way to the front door.
    “You heading out, Nate?” She’s standing at the reception counter but grabs her wallet as I pass by.
    “Yeah. I’ll be back in thirty. I just need some air and a sandwich.” I’m almost out the door when I feel her presence behind me.
    “Can I tag along? I’m starving.”
    Do I have a choice? “Yeah, okay.”
    We’re not five steps from the salon before she sidles up to my side. “So what are you craving?”
    Her words are full of innuendo but I ignore it. Carly is the newest member of the team after Amy and I know she’s just trying to be friendly. It’s not her fault I’m in a mood.
    “I was just planning to pick up a sandwich and eat it at the park.” I briefly consider asking where she wants to go but since she bogarted my solitary lunch, she can just deal with my food selection.
    “Perfect.” She pulls her shirt down in front so her cleavage is on display. “I’m easy.”
    I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something inappropriate. My only appropriate response is silence.
    We walk to the deli at the end of the block and get in line. I already know what I’m going to order but I wait for her to make up her mind. Once she changes her mind four times, she finally settles on a Caesar salad, dressing on the side.
    “Are these together?” The cashier looks to me first then to Carly. Carly turns to me with big green eyes. Fuck, this is feeling more and more like a date and that’s not okay.
    “Uh, yeah. Sure.” I give her a forced smile. “I got this.”
    Her broad grin is misplaced if she thinks this is anything more than me being a polite employer. I’m debating how to tell her this is purely a professional lunch when she squeals and jumps into the arms of a guy walking in the front door.
    “Mase!” She gives him a hug then smacks his arm. “Where the hell have you been?”
    “Hey, Car.” His arm wraps around her shoulder as he focuses on the overhead menu. “I’ve been swamped.”
    “Too swamped to come say hi now and then?” She is full on pouting, lip out and all. God, that’s annoying. I almost feel sorry for the dude until I remember I’m the one stuck with her for the next twenty minutes. Then I feel sorry for myself again.
    “Works both ways, girly.” He steps up to the counter and places his order. “You can come see me just