Eye Candy by Frederick Germaine Page B

Shanna.”
    Both women followed Raphael as the rest of the women in the lounge area looked on. As the three walked through the salon, they passed an array of beautiful woman being given a distinctive look only Atlanta was known for. But no other stylish in the salon could compete with Raphael. Hands down he was the best.
    “Well, here we are ladies,” said Raphael once they reached his work area.
    He had three full-size salon chairs in his area with floor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of each. The area was spacious and neat. Behind each chair was a black opiate colored sink and a hair dryer. Shanna took a seat right next to where Raphael stood as Monica positioned herself in one of the remaining chairs.
    “So what’s the occasion this time,” asked Raphael as he effortlessly combed his fingers through Shanna’s hair. “You have another hot date?”
    “Hell no,” yelled Shanna looking frustrated.
    “Shanna!” screamed Monica as her friend’s answer caught her off guard.
    “I’m so sorry, Monica. But I’m so sick and tired of these men in Atlanta. All they want is sex, sex, and more sex.”
    “Darling, I just love these sexy men in Atlanta,” responded Raphael in a flamboyant tone. “I don’t know what I’d do without them.”
    “Very funny, Raphael,” said Shanna. “But that’s easy for you to say. Lately, my friend, I keep in the nightstand, has been my best comfort.”
    “Oh, girl, I’m scared of you,” blurted out Raphael.
    “Well, don’t be Raphael because there’s no shame in my game. It will have to suffice until I find Mr. Right.”
    “So darling you want it the same way as last time?” asked Raphael as he placed a cape over Shanna’s body.
    “I guess so Raphael. I really liked the new look you gave me.”
    “How about if I jazz it up even a bit more and cut the ends then add some highlights?”
    “I think I’ll like that even more.”
    “Girl, after I finish with you, you’re going to look like a knockout.”
    “Well, maybe somebody will notice at the party next Saturday,” Shanna said in an excited manner.
    “What party?” asked Raphael.
    “My husband and I are celebrating our twins’ birthday,” interjected Monica.
    “Oh, how sweet, Monica,” said Raphael. “So how old will they be?”
    “They are turning four,” she replied back.
    “Yeah and Monica promised there would be a few eligible bachelors from her husband’s company at the party,” Shanna said with confidence.
    “I promise those men are going to fight over you,” Raphael stated. “But first we need to get you under the sink for a wash.”

CHAPTER 13
    “Dammit this woman is going to kill me,” said Sebastian to himself as he looked at his watch. “It’s already nine-thirty and I was supposed to be at her house at eight.”
    He exits the elevator on the floor of the high-rise where his date for the evening resides. Boastfully, he walks down the narrow hallway passing countless doors with a bouquet of fresh flowers in his hand. Managing to find a florist open this late on a Saturday night was no easy task, but easy enough for him. The flowers would surely comfort his date’s anger he assumed.
    “I think this is it,” he speaks to himself again pausing in front of a door in the hallway. “I hate this high-rise, all the doors on every floor look alike and I always forget her suite number.”
    Calmly, he takes a deep breath, gathers his composure, and then gently knocks on the door. After no answer, he repeats the process but this time knocking a little louder. Finally, on the other end of the door he hears the deadbolt turning and the door opens.
    “Oh, I’m sorry I must have knocked on the wrong residence,” said Sebastian looking at the woman in front of him.
    The woman had pried the door open just enough where he could get a glimpse of her. She was beautiful, dressed in a provocative red negligee showing a little bit of her goodies, and barefoot too.
    “Well, maybe I can help you find her,”