Page 42 of Whatever You Want

“Hi there,” a blond woman called when I stepped inside. “Can I help you?”

I leaned my elbows along the counter and flashed her a friendly smile. “I’m looking for Ava.”

On the walk over, I debated on calling her first but didn’t want to risk the chance of her telling me she was too busy. Showing up unannounced and getting a glimpse of her was better than calling and hearing the sound of her voice.

Ava’s feet paused halfway on the wood floor; a smile appeared immediately on her face.

I took that as a good sign.

“Logan, what are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I touched the top of my hair, trying to sound casual. “I’m here for a trim. Plus,” I held out the iced coffee that Amelia said she loved, “I heard this is your favorite.”

The blond behind the desk grinned, like she was in on a secret. “I’m Kara.” She held out her hand for me to take. “We met briefly on Ava’s birthday.”

“Ahh…yes.” I shook her hand, pretending to remember her. Honestly, I only had eyes for Ava that night. The Pope could have been standing right in front of me, yet I still wouldn’t have noticed. “Good to see you again.”

She gave me a look like she knew I was full of shit.

“So, Logan.” Ava stepped closer, a smile tugging at her lips. “What are you looking to have done today exactly?” She reached for the extended coffee. “Thank you for this, by the way. That was very sweet of you to think of me.”

I stroked my chin, pretending to consider it. “Just looking for a little cleanup around the ears and back of my neck.”

She leaned forward and grabbed the ends of my hair, rubbing it between her fingertips. “I don’t usually take walk-ins, but for you, I’ll make an exception. Follow me.” She started moving toward the back, where there was a row of black sinks.

My eyes were glued to her hips as she swayed them across the salon. Damn, her ass looked pretty good in those black pants, but then again, it always looked good to me. She wiped off the leather seat with a rag before I sat down.

I stretched my legs out and rested my hands on my knees. “You’re never going to believe who I just ran into?”

She let out a laugh while securing the black cape along my body. “I heard, my mom just texted me and asked who you were.”

My eyebrows popped up. “What did you tell her?”

“I haven’t responded yet.”

A small part of me wanted to press her on how she would explain our relationship, but the bigger part was afraid of her answer.

“So, how are Splish and Splash doing?” I asked, deciding to be a smart-ass instead.

“Oh, you know, shitting all over their aquarium and stinking up my house.”

I rolled my eyes as she stood over at the sink. “You’re not feeding them too much, are you?”

“Of course not, they could die.” She tucked a towel behind the back of my neck and wrapped it around my shoulders. “And that would be a tragedy.” She patted my chest and turned the faucet on.

She was such a ballbuster.

Once the water reached the right temperature, she started washing my hair. I had to suppress a moan when she bent forward to get the shampoo bottle. There was nothing sexier than having a beautiful woman with her boobs right in your face, especially one with a skin-hugging top that left little to the imagination. It was damned near impossible to look away. I was tempted to bury my cheeks in between her cleavage and sniff the scented body lotion she had coating her skin. I patted the front of my pants, acting like I was searching for something but secretly checking to see if I had a bulge.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asked, screwing up the corners of her lips.

“I don’t know, I can’t really see with my head back like this. Maybe I should have you check.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

A laugh flew from my chest. “You have no idea.”

Visions of how good the swell of her breasts felt up against my chest popped into my mind. Those memories weren’t helping.

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