wasn’t sure.
“You noticed Griffin before—there was one night at the bar when that psycho grabbed me and Griff saved the day. Unfortunately, you were with Robbie the Coward at the time and weren’t in the market for a replacement. I don’t know if you are in the market for anything right now, but there is nothing to blind you to the glory that is Griff.”
“Preach it, sister. Did he always look that good? Because I gotta tell you, the man here last night made me want to suffer a long-neglected Brazilian,” I said, suddenly eager to call the salon and schedule a desperately needed appointment.
“You really have an obsession with those damn Brazilians—it’s hot wax dripped in places no wax should venture before being yanked off, along with every hair and peach fuzz that was unfortunate enough to cross its path. You should bring this up with Thia. You may have masochistic tendencies.”
I shrugged, unconcerned. “I think I just like the results, not the process of getting there. I mean, when you are bald down there, every nerve ending is ready and waiting for attention. When a guy gets the right angle, you can really—”
“Ding, ding, ding. I’m calling a time-out for excessive detailing of unnecessary information. Besides, I never said I wasn’t familiar with the benefits of a Brazilian, I simply find your method of achieving the end result unimaginably painful. There is more than one way to skin a cat.”
“Oh, no you didn’t. You did not just say that…you dirty, dirty girl. I don’t think I have ever been so proud of you.” I wiped a crocodile tear from my eye.
“Okay, your bid for the Oscar has been duly noted. Can we get back on topic now? Griffin was always hot. He’s been working out, which could be part of it, but he has also gained an edge since the attacks. I’m not sure what’s up with him but something is simmering beneath the surface, and the vibe he’s giving off is ‘don’t fuck with me.’”
“Yes, that’s exactly what it is! There is a new depth to him. Not going to lie…I’m digging it.”
“Are you going to make a move?” Ev asked innocently. “I think he would be receptive if you flashed the green light his way.”
“You are not nearly as subtle as you think you are. I know you and Hunter are playing matchmaker. It is tempting, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure I’m ready to slap bellies with anyone yet. There’s no way a guy like Griff is going to want a sex-free relationship—the women at the bar must be throwing themselves at him every night, especially on the nights he sings.”
Ev tsked her disapproval. “Don’t jump to conclusions. I think Griffin would be open to whatever you are able to offer him. He may have barflies and fangirls throwing their panties at him, but that doesn’t mean he brings them home. Just because they want him doesn’t mean he wants them.”
“I don’t know if I can do it. . . open myself up that way. I want to, but what if I freak out? I would be humiliated and then I would still see him all the time.”
“I don’t want to push you. I am not saying you should jump into bed with Griffin—or anyone else for that matter—but if you are going to try, I can’t imagine anyone who would be more understanding than Griff. He cares about you, Sam. He was devastated by what happened to you. He texted me every freaking day looking for updates. I’m positive you can trust him.”
“I’ll think about it. Right now I need to get dressed and head into work before my new boss fires my ass.”
“You better hurry up—that bitch has a zero-tolerance policy for tardiness,” she teased.
I strutted into Higher Yearning ten minutes early, proud of myself. I had visited Ev at work countless times, but this time I paused to study the space with the eyes of an employee. The décor was chic with exposed brick walls, grey damask armchairs,
“You noticed Griffin before—there was one night at the bar when that psycho grabbed me and Griff saved the day. Unfortunately, you were with Robbie the Coward at the time and weren’t in the market for a replacement. I don’t know if you are in the market for anything right now, but there is nothing to blind you to the glory that is Griff.”
“Preach it, sister. Did he always look that good? Because I gotta tell you, the man here last night made me want to suffer a long-neglected Brazilian,” I said, suddenly eager to call the salon and schedule a desperately needed appointment.
“You really have an obsession with those damn Brazilians—it’s hot wax dripped in places no wax should venture before being yanked off, along with every hair and peach fuzz that was unfortunate enough to cross its path. You should bring this up with Thia. You may have masochistic tendencies.”
I shrugged, unconcerned. “I think I just like the results, not the process of getting there. I mean, when you are bald down there, every nerve ending is ready and waiting for attention. When a guy gets the right angle, you can really—”
“Ding, ding, ding. I’m calling a time-out for excessive detailing of unnecessary information. Besides, I never said I wasn’t familiar with the benefits of a Brazilian, I simply find your method of achieving the end result unimaginably painful. There is more than one way to skin a cat.”
“Oh, no you didn’t. You did not just say that…you dirty, dirty girl. I don’t think I have ever been so proud of you.” I wiped a crocodile tear from my eye.
“Okay, your bid for the Oscar has been duly noted. Can we get back on topic now? Griffin was always hot. He’s been working out, which could be part of it, but he has also gained an edge since the attacks. I’m not sure what’s up with him but something is simmering beneath the surface, and the vibe he’s giving off is ‘don’t fuck with me.’”
“Yes, that’s exactly what it is! There is a new depth to him. Not going to lie…I’m digging it.”
“Are you going to make a move?” Ev asked innocently. “I think he would be receptive if you flashed the green light his way.”
“You are not nearly as subtle as you think you are. I know you and Hunter are playing matchmaker. It is tempting, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not sure I’m ready to slap bellies with anyone yet. There’s no way a guy like Griff is going to want a sex-free relationship—the women at the bar must be throwing themselves at him every night, especially on the nights he sings.”
Ev tsked her disapproval. “Don’t jump to conclusions. I think Griffin would be open to whatever you are able to offer him. He may have barflies and fangirls throwing their panties at him, but that doesn’t mean he brings them home. Just because they want him doesn’t mean he wants them.”
“I don’t know if I can do it. . . open myself up that way. I want to, but what if I freak out? I would be humiliated and then I would still see him all the time.”
“I don’t want to push you. I am not saying you should jump into bed with Griffin—or anyone else for that matter—but if you are going to try, I can’t imagine anyone who would be more understanding than Griff. He cares about you, Sam. He was devastated by what happened to you. He texted me every freaking day looking for updates. I’m positive you can trust him.”
“I’ll think about it. Right now I need to get dressed and head into work before my new boss fires my ass.”
“You better hurry up—that bitch has a zero-tolerance policy for tardiness,” she teased.
I strutted into Higher Yearning ten minutes early, proud of myself. I had visited Ev at work countless times, but this time I paused to study the space with the eyes of an employee. The décor was chic with exposed brick walls, grey damask armchairs,
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