Tangled Fury by Kristen Middleton, Book Cover By Design, K. L. Middleton

don’t sue me.”
    “I’m just giving you shit,” he answered. “I don’t mind if you girls talk sex, just be considerate around people that might get offended. Especially other customers.”
    Monica waved her hand. “The women of this town are outspoken, confident, and not afraid to ask for what they want, especially when it comes to sex. You’d better get used to it.”
    “Is that right?” he said.
    “It certainly is.” She smiled. “Welcome to Sunny California, Thane.”
    He grunted.
    Felicia looked at her watch. “Shit, I should get back to work.”
    “Yes, you should,” replied Thane, tucking in his shirt. “Jesus, I can’t believe I let you women talk me into this.”
    “Come on, you enjoyed it. I’ll bet you haven’t been that naked in front of a female, let alone a group of them, for a long time,” said Monica.
    “Monica, you’re really starting to make me feel like a pathetic loser.”
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Come on now. You really have to ask?”
    “Oh, we all go through dry spells. Wait until you get to be my age and the spells last years instead of months.”
    “Something tells me that you’ve never had to wait too long,” he said, turning towards the partition and walking away. “Tell me I’m wrong?”
    “Oh, you’ re right about that,” she answered, checking out his rear. “Life is too short to wait for handouts.”
    He laughed and disappeared around the corner.
    Monica turned back and offered me her fingertips once again. “I’m telling you, honey, you’ve gotta tap that. Because if you don’t,” her eyes glittered, “I will.”
     

Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Sera
     
    After Monica left, Tiffany and another stylist, named Angie, set me up with two more clients.
    “Thanks for doing that,” I told them, when I was finished for the evening, and packing up to leave. “I really appreciate you guys helping me find all of these customers.”
    “No problem,” replied Angie, who I’d learned had just turned thirty and had recently gotten engaged to some famous British actor. With her platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and perfect body, it didn’t surprise me in the least. “Too bad you can’t do hair. I’d give you all of my clients when I leave this place.”
    “When is your last day?” asked Tiffany.
    “We’re getting married in three months. I just have to decide when I’m going to put in my notice.”
    “You’re so luc ky,” sighed Tiffany. “Marrying an actor, traveling around the world, never having to worry about anything other than what designer dress you’re going to wear to his premiers. What a dream...”
    Angie smiled. “ I still can’t believe it myself.”
    “How did you meet him?” I asked.
    “Believe it or not, he rear-ended me at a stop-light. He’d just purchased a new Bentley, and was playing with some of the dials, when it happened. ”
    My eyes widened. “Seriously?”
    “Seriously. I guess it was fate, though. He wasn’t paying enough attention and plowed right into the woman he would someday marry,” she said, grinning.
    “ Wow. So, were you hurt?” I asked, knowing all about fate.
    She touched the back of her neck . “My neck was stiff and pretty sore for a few weeks, but other than that… not too badly.”
    “ How in the world did you two start dating?” I asked. “After that kind of meeting.”
    “He sent me flowers and then we met for coffee, two weeks later. After that, we pretty much became inseparable.”
    “ That’s pretty amazing,” I said. “You know, I’ve never seen any of his movies, sorry to say, but I hear he’s a fabulous actor.”
    “ His movies are great,” said Tiffany. “I especially love the one where he’s a CIA agent and falls in love with the woman he’s supposed to be investigating.”
    “Midnight In Paris,” said Angie. “I didn't see that movie until we’d started dating. Now, I can’t sit through the entire thing without getting a little jealous. I mean, I know they’re