her along with various styling products. He released her hand and Joanna immediately missed the warmth of his touch. It was wrong to be so drawn to a stranger, especially one almost young enough to be her…well, jus t too incredibly young for her.
He leaned over her, tunneling his fingers through her thick tresses. He smelled amazing, t he clean masculine scent played havoc with her already over-stimulated senses.
“My name is Marco. And you are?”
“Joanna.”
“You have beautiful hair, Joanna.”
“Thank you.” The feel of his hands on her scalp was doing strange things to her entire body. She fel t flushed, her skin sensitized.
Oh no! She remembered this feeling. She had to dig back a few years, but she recognized it. She was turned on by the young stud pressing himself against her back.
Was he doing it de liberately?
He moved back slightly and Joanna wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or disappointed.
The look in his velvet brown eyes as his gaze locked with hers in the mirror said he knew ex actly what he was doing to her. She told herself it was just a tactic used by a guy who knew he was sexy – a nd used it to his advantage. He probably did the same thing to every woman he wooed into this chair.
Still, the feel of his broad chest against her back had sent a flutter to her mid-section and beyond.
Flushing, she tried to concentrate on his words and not on the incredible hotness of his young, well-toned body. She couldn’t believe she was salivating over him. Had her hormones suddenly awakened and decided to go on a rampage?
“How often do you have it colored?”
“Excuse me?” She missed that last word.
He grinned, showing even white teeth behind his perfectly chiseled lips. “I am sorry , Joanna . You will forgive my accent. I know it is bad and my American is not so good . But I am half Israeli and half Italian.” He shrugged as though that was that.
He dipped his head apologetically and Joanna found herself wanting to assure him that it was okay. Really, really, okay. Her eyes traced down his body.
I bet his dick is a monster. And I bet he really knows how to use it .
She couldn’t look at him. She had no idea where that thought came from. But now that it had flickered through her brain, she couldn’t get it out. What would it be like to be fucked by this young stud? He could probably go at it all night long without tiring. Her pussy tingled, the sudden wetness between her thighs letting her know that she was not so old after all.
“My words a re hard to understand, I know.”
“It’s…not bad at all.”
And neither are you.
She’d bet more than one woman had been seduced by that voice alone.
“You are too nice.” The chocolate brown gaze latched onto hers and, as impossible as it seemed, she would swear that sparkling gleam was desire. For a moment, the rest of the mall faded as he stared at her intently.
“I, um, have my hair colored when I think about it.” She broke the sizzling contact and plucked a strand off her shoulder. “I don’t really follow a set schedule.”
He moved from behind her and Joann a felt the absence of his heat.
“Where are you from?” She was dying to know.
He took a moment to plug in a flat iron and set out two bottles – one shampoo and the other conditioner.
“I am from San Diego. My company moved me here last year to take over this entire region .” He picked up the heated flat iron. “Let me show you how easy this product is to use.” Taking a strand of her hair he began at the center part of her hair and worked downward, curling the length around the flat iron as he slid it with practiced ease through her hair. The finished result was a shiny, bouncy curl. Using those talented fingers, he divided the thick lock of hair into two curls.
Her straight hair never held curl no matter how hard she tried. Joanna turned her head, admiring the way the hair moved. “That’s amazing.”
“ The product heats on both inside and
He leaned over her, tunneling his fingers through her thick tresses. He smelled amazing, t he clean masculine scent played havoc with her already over-stimulated senses.
“My name is Marco. And you are?”
“Joanna.”
“You have beautiful hair, Joanna.”
“Thank you.” The feel of his hands on her scalp was doing strange things to her entire body. She fel t flushed, her skin sensitized.
Oh no! She remembered this feeling. She had to dig back a few years, but she recognized it. She was turned on by the young stud pressing himself against her back.
Was he doing it de liberately?
He moved back slightly and Joanna wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or disappointed.
The look in his velvet brown eyes as his gaze locked with hers in the mirror said he knew ex actly what he was doing to her. She told herself it was just a tactic used by a guy who knew he was sexy – a nd used it to his advantage. He probably did the same thing to every woman he wooed into this chair.
Still, the feel of his broad chest against her back had sent a flutter to her mid-section and beyond.
Flushing, she tried to concentrate on his words and not on the incredible hotness of his young, well-toned body. She couldn’t believe she was salivating over him. Had her hormones suddenly awakened and decided to go on a rampage?
“How often do you have it colored?”
“Excuse me?” She missed that last word.
He grinned, showing even white teeth behind his perfectly chiseled lips. “I am sorry , Joanna . You will forgive my accent. I know it is bad and my American is not so good . But I am half Israeli and half Italian.” He shrugged as though that was that.
He dipped his head apologetically and Joanna found herself wanting to assure him that it was okay. Really, really, okay. Her eyes traced down his body.
I bet his dick is a monster. And I bet he really knows how to use it .
She couldn’t look at him. She had no idea where that thought came from. But now that it had flickered through her brain, she couldn’t get it out. What would it be like to be fucked by this young stud? He could probably go at it all night long without tiring. Her pussy tingled, the sudden wetness between her thighs letting her know that she was not so old after all.
“My words a re hard to understand, I know.”
“It’s…not bad at all.”
And neither are you.
She’d bet more than one woman had been seduced by that voice alone.
“You are too nice.” The chocolate brown gaze latched onto hers and, as impossible as it seemed, she would swear that sparkling gleam was desire. For a moment, the rest of the mall faded as he stared at her intently.
“I, um, have my hair colored when I think about it.” She broke the sizzling contact and plucked a strand off her shoulder. “I don’t really follow a set schedule.”
He moved from behind her and Joann a felt the absence of his heat.
“Where are you from?” She was dying to know.
He took a moment to plug in a flat iron and set out two bottles – one shampoo and the other conditioner.
“I am from San Diego. My company moved me here last year to take over this entire region .” He picked up the heated flat iron. “Let me show you how easy this product is to use.” Taking a strand of her hair he began at the center part of her hair and worked downward, curling the length around the flat iron as he slid it with practiced ease through her hair. The finished result was a shiny, bouncy curl. Using those talented fingers, he divided the thick lock of hair into two curls.
Her straight hair never held curl no matter how hard she tried. Joanna turned her head, admiring the way the hair moved. “That’s amazing.”
“ The product heats on both inside and
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