Page 9 of Unexpected Pass

“So, Phileigh… You work for the team?”

I knew the answer. Doug had confirmed for me that she had no association with the Warhawks already, but she was too quiet, and I wanted to hear that soft ass voice again.

“No, no. I don’t know anything about football.” She shook her head and then immediately went back to twiddling her fingers.

“Really? What do you do?” I asked. I was curious because I wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

“I’m a um…celebrity barber,” she replied, making me stare at her even more.A barber?That was interesting.

“You cut hair? I would have never guessed that.”

She didn’t look like any barber I’d ever seen. I was sure niggas booked with her just to get a look at her. She sure had me wanting to see when I could sit in her chair.

“Yeah. It’s not fancy, but it pays the bills, and I enjoy it,” she said.

I didn’t like the way she tried to play it down. Hell, cutting hair was cool. I damn sure couldn’t do it.

“That’s dope. You gotta be the only female barber in Bristol City. I may have to try you out. You got socials?”

She stared at me momentarily like she didn’t know if I was serious before finally responding.

“Um…yeah. I got socials. I would show you, but my phone is dead.”

“What is it? I had the hardest time finding a barber in BC.”

I pulled out my phone and swiped past all the thousand messages I had to open my Picsgram app. The congratulations weren’t important right now. Making sure I could track down this woman after she was no longer in my presence was.

“It’s um…Phileighthebarber,” she replied, her voice shaky.

“I like that.”

I handed her my phone so she could type in her username. When she handed it back, a picture of her beautiful ass holding a set of clippers was on my screen. She’d definitely downplayed herself. She had over 300,000 followers. We even had a few mutuals. I scrolled the page, checking out her work a little. A familiar face caught my attention.

“Oh shit. You cut Reggie’s hair!” I blurted out.

“Umm…yeah. I work with him a lot. You know him?”

“Yeah, we played college ball together. We play each other maybe twice a year now. His hair stays fresh, though. Now I know it was all you.”

I smiled at her, ensuring she knew the compliment was for her. She smiled shyly and then looked back on the window. She was cute in how she kept giving me a little glimpse and then looking away from me. I dug the shy shit. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual bold groupies that flocked toward me.

“You cut anybody on the Warhawks?” I asked.

“No. Not yet.”

“Good. I can be the first.”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes narrowed as if she was analyzing a nigga. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell a ton of thoughts were running through her mind. A ton of thoughts were running through my mind too.

“So, Carson Thomas…Is he one of your clients?”

Doug had informed me that she was his plus one tonight. I didn’t know much about Carson other than he managed a few of my teammates, was a little sweet, and left Phileigh at a party he brought her to. That last one would have me rolling up on him the next time I saw him.

“No, not a client. A blind date. Shout out to my mom for choosing such a great man… He’s gay, and he left me stranded at a party.” She chuckled sarcastically.

“You were never stranded, gorgeous, but your mom’s taste in men is questionable.”

“Real questionable.” She erupted in laughter that had me smiling from ear to ear.

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