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excursion, but after Lana’s boutique, Dallas made another cell call.
“Hey, babe, yeah it’s me…”
Babe? Was every woman “babe” to him?
“Listen, can you squeeze in a last-minute cut? Yes, tonight… I know it’s getting late, babe, but I’ll make it up to you…” He hung up and flexed his index finger motioning her over. “Come with me, Nikki Norris.”
They headed up to Old Town to a posh condo on Goethe and Wells. Another chic-looking woman with very short auburn hair answered the door. “Come. Come. I haf been vaiting for you.”
Dallas introduced her to Ivana, who spoke with an accent Nikki couldn’t place. Her apartment was spacious, with a very industrial feel to it. She practically had an entire salon inside.
“Ivana is the best stylist in all of Chicago.”
Ivana walked around Nikki, lifting up handfuls of her hair. “You have za lung face,” she said with a nod.
“I do?” Nikki looked in the mirror. She always thought she had a fat face.
“And your hairs is dry. You need za deep conditioning treatment. And layers. Lots of za layers.”
Forty-five minutes later, Nikki could hardly believe it was her in the mirror. Ivana had given her bangs, and when Nikki first protested, Dallas said, “Trust her. She’s the best.” Now Nikki was glad she’d listened. Her hair had swing and bounce, body and shine.
For the first time in her life she felt beautiful. Really beautiful. She looked over at Dallas, watching her, a grin planted on his handsome face. God, how she wished she knew what he was thinking.
She knew what she was thinking. She was wondering if that near-kiss back at Lana’s had really happened, or if she’d just imagined it.
Chapter Eight
It was Saturday, and Dallas couldn’t stop thinking about Nikki. He was looking forward to taking her out that night and had to stop and remind himself that it wasn’t really a date. He was there to make her ex jealous, and man, was he going to enjoy doing that. He knew from the hard-on he was already sporting that it wasn’t going to take much acting on his part.
He had suspected all along that she had a great figure, but when Nikki stepped out of that fitting room at Lana’s boutique the other night, she took his breath away. And those legs of hers, they were something else.
He cranked on the shower and stepped inside, letting the spray beat against his chest and abdomen. He wasn’t quite sure where all this lust for Nikki was coming from, but if it were up to him, they’d skip the wedding altogether. He’d take her in his arms and kiss her with all the hot need and desire burning inside him. Hell, he’d come this close to kissing her in the fitting room at Lana’s. Something about her got to him in a way that no other woman had, and it terrified him.
He ran his hair under the shower. There wasn’t one inch of her body that didn’t turn him on. Her neck, so long and graceful, so tempting to kiss and caress with his tongue. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, along her breasts, and up her thighs. He wanted to take her nipples in his mouth and show her what she had going on inside her…
He reached for the soap and lathered up his body, his hands working down his abs until he reached his cock, rock hard and throbbing. His soaped-up fingers slid easy-like over the head, making him moan. Working his hand up and down his engorged shaft, he thought about Nikki.
He wanted to please her, make her feel how much of a woman she really was. He wanted to show her how sensitive her breasts were, wanted to help her discover what really got her excited. He worked his hand up and down, faster, harder. He wanted to hear her tell him how she liked to be kissed and stroked, how she wanted to be licked and sucked. He wanted to hear what she sounded like on the edge of climaxing. He wanted to watch her face when she had her first orgasm with him.
Dallas let out a guttural grunt and lost himself in his own release. As soon as he
“Hey, babe, yeah it’s me…”
Babe? Was every woman “babe” to him?
“Listen, can you squeeze in a last-minute cut? Yes, tonight… I know it’s getting late, babe, but I’ll make it up to you…” He hung up and flexed his index finger motioning her over. “Come with me, Nikki Norris.”
They headed up to Old Town to a posh condo on Goethe and Wells. Another chic-looking woman with very short auburn hair answered the door. “Come. Come. I haf been vaiting for you.”
Dallas introduced her to Ivana, who spoke with an accent Nikki couldn’t place. Her apartment was spacious, with a very industrial feel to it. She practically had an entire salon inside.
“Ivana is the best stylist in all of Chicago.”
Ivana walked around Nikki, lifting up handfuls of her hair. “You have za lung face,” she said with a nod.
“I do?” Nikki looked in the mirror. She always thought she had a fat face.
“And your hairs is dry. You need za deep conditioning treatment. And layers. Lots of za layers.”
Forty-five minutes later, Nikki could hardly believe it was her in the mirror. Ivana had given her bangs, and when Nikki first protested, Dallas said, “Trust her. She’s the best.” Now Nikki was glad she’d listened. Her hair had swing and bounce, body and shine.
For the first time in her life she felt beautiful. Really beautiful. She looked over at Dallas, watching her, a grin planted on his handsome face. God, how she wished she knew what he was thinking.
She knew what she was thinking. She was wondering if that near-kiss back at Lana’s had really happened, or if she’d just imagined it.
Chapter Eight
It was Saturday, and Dallas couldn’t stop thinking about Nikki. He was looking forward to taking her out that night and had to stop and remind himself that it wasn’t really a date. He was there to make her ex jealous, and man, was he going to enjoy doing that. He knew from the hard-on he was already sporting that it wasn’t going to take much acting on his part.
He had suspected all along that she had a great figure, but when Nikki stepped out of that fitting room at Lana’s boutique the other night, she took his breath away. And those legs of hers, they were something else.
He cranked on the shower and stepped inside, letting the spray beat against his chest and abdomen. He wasn’t quite sure where all this lust for Nikki was coming from, but if it were up to him, they’d skip the wedding altogether. He’d take her in his arms and kiss her with all the hot need and desire burning inside him. Hell, he’d come this close to kissing her in the fitting room at Lana’s. Something about her got to him in a way that no other woman had, and it terrified him.
He ran his hair under the shower. There wasn’t one inch of her body that didn’t turn him on. Her neck, so long and graceful, so tempting to kiss and caress with his tongue. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, along her breasts, and up her thighs. He wanted to take her nipples in his mouth and show her what she had going on inside her…
He reached for the soap and lathered up his body, his hands working down his abs until he reached his cock, rock hard and throbbing. His soaped-up fingers slid easy-like over the head, making him moan. Working his hand up and down his engorged shaft, he thought about Nikki.
He wanted to please her, make her feel how much of a woman she really was. He wanted to show her how sensitive her breasts were, wanted to help her discover what really got her excited. He worked his hand up and down, faster, harder. He wanted to hear her tell him how she liked to be kissed and stroked, how she wanted to be licked and sucked. He wanted to hear what she sounded like on the edge of climaxing. He wanted to watch her face when she had her first orgasm with him.
Dallas let out a guttural grunt and lost himself in his own release. As soon as he
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