Release Day Blitz
Style
Me Sexy
Tara
Chevrestt
Genre - Short Story, Sweet Romance
Bridget isn't beautiful. At least she doesn't think so.
Besides, her ex always told her she wasn't. And she believes him. So when an
online romance leads to a blind date, she heads to the salon for a makeover
stat.
She's dismayed to discover that her usual stylist isn't
available, and she has no choice but to let a man do her hair. Nervousness
turns into sexual awareness as the sexy Javier buries his fingers in her
tresses.
Javier has been aware of the timid but kind woman for some
time and vows to make her see that she's beautiful on the outside as well as on
the inside. Will he succeed in keeping his own feelings at bay and style her
sexy?
Excerpt:
Bridget was grateful to get out from the under the
hairdryer. Not only were her eyes beginning to water and tear, but she was
looking forward to having Javier wash her hair, to have his soapy fingers
massaging her scalp and oh to be at eye level with… Oh, my gawd. He’s gay. He’s
not going to want you looking at his… oh, what does it matter? Looking isn’t
the same as touching.
She followed him to the sinks and sat in the chair he
beckoned her to. He placed a rolled up towel behind her neck before she rested
it on the hard edge of the sink. He’s considerate. Deborah never did that. I
always had a crick in my neck after washing…
She closed her eyes as the warm water cascaded over her
hair. His fingers soon followed, pulling the foil from around the strands,
caressing her mane as it fell into the sink. His attentions caused goose bumps
to rise all over her body. She felt her nipples harden into little peaks
beneath her bra.
Finally, the foil was removed from her hair, and his hands
delved deep into her newly highlighted tresses. Oh, yeah. That feels so good.
Some sprinkles of water fell onto her face when he rinsed the shampoo from her
hair, but she barely noticed. She was noticing wetness growing elsewhere and
not for the first time, was glad to be wearing the cape.
Javier, however, did notice the water on her face, for he
gently dabbed at the drops around her eyelids with a towel. She opened her
eyes, and they sought and met his. It felt like an eternity, but it was only a
few minutes. They simply gazed at each other, and Bridget silently prayed that
he didn’t notice the increase in her breaths. She tried to take short, measured
inhalations, but it was hard to breathe at all with his eyes on hers, with his
hands buried in her hair, with the knowledge that should she turn her head just
a bit to the left, she would be eye level with his plumbing, and oh, she so
wanted to look. How utterly and deliciously naughty.
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