Naughty or Nice?. Stephanie Bond

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      Naughty or Nice?

      Stephanie Bond

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      1

      THE STYLIST HELD A HANDFUL of dark hair high above Cindy Warren’s head, the scissors poised only inches from her scalp. “Are you sure you want to do this, ma’am?”

      Cindy bit her lower lip, wavering. Long hair was easy, uncomplicated. And a security blanket, her mind whispered.

      Standing behind another salon chair a few feet away, Jerry cleared his throat meaningfully and pushed the fuzzy Santa hat he wore back on his bald head. An institution at the Chandelier House hotel, the elderly black barber gave trims to male guests, but declined to use his artistry on female heads. His implied subtle comment nettled her. Whose hair was it, anyway?

      She looked up once again to the length of hair, then to the woman’s name tag. “Tell me, Bea, how long have you been working in our salon?”

      “Counting today? Hmmmm. Three—no, four days. I graduated from beauty school two weeks ago, ma’am.”

      Cindy digested the information as Jerry spun his seated customer around to face the action. “Well, I’m due for a change,” she murmured, to no one in particular, sitting erect with new resolve. “Long, straight hair is ridiculous at my age. I need to either have it cut, or become a country music singer.”

      Jerry gave her a pointed stare. “Hum a few bars.”

      “What’s wrong with long, straight hair?” Jerry’s customer asked.

      Cindy’s gaze darted to the man’s reflection and her breath caught in appreciation of his appallingly good looks. “Excuse me?” she squeaked, then warmed with embarrassment.

      The visitor, a striking man with pale blue eyes and a prominent nose, sat tall in the chair, his long, trousered legs extending far below the gray cape Jerry had draped over his torso. His dark curly hair lay damp and close to his head, compliments of Jerry, and a mirror trimmed with glittery gold tinsel reflected his crooked smile. “I said, what’s wrong with long, straight hair?”

      Squashing a zing of sexual awareness, Cindy bristled. “I-it makes me look like a coed.”

      “Most women would be thrilled,” the man offered with a shrug.

      “Well, not this woman,” Cindy said, growing increasingly annoyed with her unexpected—and unwanted—physical reaction to him.

      Jerry leaned over the man’s shoulder and said in a conspiratorial voice, “She’s trying to impress someone.”

      “Jerry,” Cindy warned, narrowing her eyes.

      The customer nodded knowingly at Jerry in the mirror. “Figures. Man?”

      “Oh, yeah,” Jerry drawled, pulling off the plastic cape to reveal the man’s crisp white collarless dress shirt and burgundy leather suspenders.

      “Jerry, that’s enough!”

      “Boyfriend?” the man asked Jerry.

      “Nah,” the barber said sadly, shaking the cape. “Ms. Cindy doesn’t date much—works day and night.”

      “Really? Day and night.” The man made a sympathetic sound. “Then who is she trying to impress?”

      “Some corporate fellow,” Jerry said, whipping out a brush and whisking it over the man’s neck and broad shoulders.

      “Jerry, I’ve never impressed anyone in my life!” Suddenly, she realized what she’d said. “I mean, I’ve never tried to impress anyone.”

      The old barber ignored her. “Headquarters is sending a hatchet man next week to check us out, and to check out Ms. Cindy, too, I reckon.”

      “Other than the obvious reason—” the man flicked his glance her way for a split second “—why would this fellow be checking out Ms. Cindy?”

      “’Cause,” Jerry said, nodding toward their topic of discussion, “she runs this whole show.”

      His customer looked impressed. “Is that so?”

      “Yes,” Cindy said, looking daggers at Jerry. “That’s so.”

      “Ma’am?” prompted a shaky Bea.

      “Don’t do it.” The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the padded arms of the chair.

      With ballooning irritation, Cindy scoffed and waved off the stranger’s opinion. “If men had their way, every woman would have hair down to her knees.”

      The man steepled his fingers and glanced up at Jerry. “I would have said ankles. How about you, Jer?”

      “Amen.”

      “Ma’am,” Bea pleaded, “my arms are about to give out.”

      Cindy raised her chin. “Cut it. This will be my early Christmas present to myself.”

      “Punishment for being naughty?” the man asked Jerry.

      “Punishment СКАЧАТЬ