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direct eye contact. “It’s not a waste.”
    She paused for maybe a couple seconds, just long enough to let me see my charm was starting to work.
    “So, where’d your name come from?” I said. It wasn’t one of those questions I asked just to seem interested. I was interested.
    “Nice to meet you, Heath.” Her eyes flickered to our hands before she walked away.
    I almost held on to her hand, stopped her from leaving. But I could never do that. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had walked away from me like this.
    I watched her leave, the fluidity of her stride, as if the flow of her hair extended through the rest of her, touched each of her movements with grace, even her wit.
    The conversation, no matter how short, was fun, by far the most fun I had talking in a long time, at least a couple years. She disappeared from the view from the front window, and I tried to remember what I was doing.
    Right, selling bath products, most of which I didn’t understand. What in the hell was a bath bead?
    I glanced over at Penny to see if she’d noticed. If she had, I hoped she’d just chalk it up to my flirtatious sales style. She seemed occupied with ringing up a customer, the woman I’d talked to a few minutes ago. She bought the lotion.
    I made several more sales, both for the shop and myself. I started to get the feeling word had gotten around that I was working the front today. Just like Jane’s friend, several more referrals came in. They all made appointments. Some made multiple appointments.
    Penny came over when I finished accepting payment from one of those appointments. “It’s five. You should get ready for your six o’clock.”
    Careful to keep it hidden from view behind the counter, I took all the cash I’d made out of my pocket. It was starting to bulge.
    She took the cash. “Holy shit.”
    “Next week is booked out.”
    She unlocked the bottom drawer and stuffed the cash in the moneybag, and I went to the back to shower. I tried to be perfect for my clients, meticulously clean, fresh shave, a touch of cologne. These women were wealthy and expected quality.
    As I stood under the shower, the girl with auburn hair kept flashing across my mind. Mentally, I stripped her naked and stared at her. From seeing a woman clothed, I could picture almost perfectly what she looked like naked. Kimber was stunning.
    And her face, that sarcastic, witty smile, the way those few freckles partially camouflaged the troublemaker I saw in her eyes. Her lips were full, maybe a little pouty. I wanted to taste them. Her nose and cheekbones were delicate like Katherine Hepburn’s. Her eyes were bright with gold and green and tenacity.
    I loved how she fought me today, how she wasn’t nervous, and I loved even more that my touch affected her—though surely not nearly as much as hers affected me. My heart beat faster, and my stomach jumped around. I’d thought I wasn’t capable of that anymore, too desensitized.
    I woke from my fantasies and realized the water was cold. My erection kept getting in the way as I dried off. I contemplated jerking off until I noticed the time, five ’til six.
    Tucking my dick into my jeans was real fun. I hoped these girls didn’t need a lot of foreplay.
    I zipped my jeans just as the knock at the door came. Without bothering with a shirt, I went to answer the door. I hoped they were cute, hoped one of them had auburn hair.
    “Hi,” they both said as I opened the door.
    Great, they were perky. I’d have to pound the perk out of them.
    I stepped back and motioned for them to come in. Neither had the hair color I wanted, but they were young, younger than me. That was unusual.
    I closed the door. They were looking around the room. The bed was perfectly made as always with the covers pulled back on one side, but I hadn’t yet started a fire. The only light came from a lamp on one of the nightstands. It had a low wattage bulb with a heavy shade, just enough light to let me see their faces as