Page 2 of Waiting for a Prince
Sonia’s eyes twinkled. “Mark, would you make my lady a cup of tea, please?” It was sweet of her, stepping into the fray like that, but Mark knew Marie would still have her pound of flesh at the end of the day. Sonia leaned lower to speak to her client. “Milk and sugar?”
The woman in the chair gave a bored nod. “Just milk, please.” Mark met her gaze in the mirror and smiled politely. With nothing more than a slight stretching of her lips, she went back to reading the celebrity magazine on her lap while Sonia readied the shiny strips of foil required for the hair colour.
Mark studied the client. She was quite pretty but there was a permanent crease between her eyes. Her lips were thin, reminding Mark of his mum. He couldn’t tell what she waswearing due to the black salon cape which pretty much covered her entirely, but he glanced down at her feet. Expensive-looking shoes.Jimmy Choos, if I’m not mistaken. Aha.Comes from money.Mark didn’t recall seeing her in the salon before. Most of Hair Today’s clientele were down-to-earth ladies who always had a kind word and a smile for the staff.
He sent her a silent message.Smile, lady. It won’t break your face.
Then he reconsidered.Maybe she’s just having a bad day. Everyone has them, right?
And if Marie caught up with him, he’d be having one right now.
Sonia moved to the red leather couch by the window. Mark followed her movement, and his heart gave a jolt.
Oh yeah, baby…
The man reclining awkwardly on the couch was tall, maybe over six feet, judging by those long legs stretched out in front of him.
I love me a tall man.
Mark bit his lip as he took in the diamond stud in the guy’s left ear. His gaze travelled lower, and he caught his breath at the sight of the man’s nipple rings, pressed against his white long-sleeved shirt. Not to mention the dark swirls of a tattoo hidden from view but visible, nonetheless.
Mark’s body reacted in a heartbeat—the sight went straight to his dick.
Oh honey, you are my idea of heaven. Tending toward the skinny side of lean, with short brown hair.
Just how Mark liked his men. Not that he often got the chance to hook up with such men.
Often? My neighbour’s cat gets more action than I do.
“Would you like a cup of tea?” Sonia offered kindly. “While you’re waiting?”
Mark’s future husband opened his mouth to speak but the woman cut him off.
“He doesn’t want a drink.” She swivelled in her chair to stare at him. “Do you, Sam? I mean, I’m not even sure why you’re still here.” She arched her eyebrows. “You don’t have to wait for me, not if there’s something more important you need to be doing.”
Sam lowered his gaze to the floor. “No, everything’s done for the day.” God, even hisvoicewas dreamy. “I’ll just sit here, if that’s okay, and wait till you’re done.” And then a pair of blue eyes came into view and Mark went weak at the knees. “But actually, Iwouldlike a cup of tea, if it’s no trouble. Milk with two sugars.”
It took a second or two for it to register that Sam was addressing Mark.
“Sure.” Mark knew his cheeks were red. They always heated up when he got flustered.
Why the hell do I have to blush so easily?
He escaped into the little kitchen behind the reception desk and set about making two cups of tea. While he waited for the kettle to boil, he had a surreptitious glance through the open door at the gorgeous specimen.Dear God, he has long legs. They were lean, encased in a sinfully tight pair of fashionably worn jeans. Mark couldn’t help taking a sneaky peek at Sam’s package. He let out a quiet whimper.And it looks as if he’s hung.
That was all it took for Mark’s imagination to take him on a little trip.
Those long, lean legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked Sam through the mattress, those blue eyes staring wildly up at him as Mark nailed him repeatedly, that sexy voice begging Mark not to stop, to fuck him deeper…
Then reality bit hard.It’s not gonna happen, babe. One, the guy is straight, and two, even if heweregay by some miracle—Please God—nowaywouldthatAdonis be a bottom. Mark let out a heavy sigh.
Reality really sucked. And not in a good way.
Mark carried one cup into the salon, and placed it in front of the woman, then returned to the kitchen to pick up Sam’s cup. He set it down on the low table in front of the couch. Sam glanced up at him and gave a brief tight smile. God, those eyes were even more heavenly up close.
“Thanks.” The word was almost a whisper.
Mark flashed a quick smile. “No problem, hon.” His cheeks flamed as Sam arched his eyebrows and he scooted out of there as fast as his legs could carry him, back to the sanctuary of the tiny kitchen. Hidden from view, Mark leaned against the wall, expelling the air from his lungs in a long, shaky breath.
