Silas (Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Desired by a Dragon Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

as soon as the words fell from my mouth. “I didn’t mean do you , I meant fit you in.”
    He scratched at his eyebrow as a wide grin spread onto his face. It was similar to the one I’d seen before, the one that had me thinking he was trouble. “Okay.”
    “Head on over to her station, honey.” Camille motioned for Silas to take a seat. Once he turned his back to us and started toward my station, she slipped me a mint. “Relax. I know he’s hotter than Hades, but you’ve got to calm down, sugar.”
    “He’s not yours?” I wasn’t sure why I’d asked. Of course he wasn’t hers. She wouldn’t be passing me a mint and telling me to chill out if he was. It was a shame though, because knowing he belonged to someone else would ease my nerves, especially if that someone was Camille.
    “Nope. Silas LeFroy doesn’t belong to anyone as far as I know.” Camille took a sip of her soda, her eyes never wavering from mine. “But a lot of women wish they belonged to him in this town.”
    “What about the girl I saw coming and going from his house all week?” I asked in a hushed whisper. My eyes glanced his way, looking to see if he was staring at us while we chatted. He had pulled out his cell and seemed to be reading something. His brows were furrowed together in an adorable look of concentration.
    “What girl?” She leaned forward in her chair and eyed me. “Have you been spying on him?”
    “What? No. Not really.” I shook my head. Camille’s red lips twisted into a full on grin. “Maybe just a little, but it’s hard not to notice a guy like that when he’s your neighbor.”
    Her brows lifted to her hairline. “Neighbor? You moved into the house beside him?”
    “Yeah.” I nodded, wondering if that was a bad thing. She sounded as though it might be.
    “Lucky duck.” She toyed with her straw. Maybe I’d misjudged her tone. “And the girl you’ve seen is his little sister, Scarlet.”
    “Oh.” Little sister. I guess that made sense. Sort of. I tried to think of all the reasons why Silas would allow his sister to live with him. She seemed young, but not young enough to be unable to live on her own. Maybe she was in college. She could be visiting for summer break.
    “Don’t get too comfortable in that chair.” Camille nudged my knee with hers. “You’ve got someone’s hair to cut still.”
    I shifted the mint around in my mouth as I stood up, and wiped my hands on my capris. As I started toward Silas I scolded myself for not wearing something more presentable. Then I remembered I didn’t have anything presentable. My entire wardrobe consisted of yoga pants, cotton capris, drawstring shorts, and tank tops. I didn’t wear dresses and I didn’t wear skirts. However, my favorite pair of jeans and a top that didn’t have colorful pineapples printed on it would have been nice right about now.
    “Hey, sorry to have kept you waiting.” My voice sounded too mousy, so I cleared my throat before I said anything more. “What would you like done today?”
    He glanced up from his cell and fixated his bronze-colored eyes on me. “You didn’t, and just a trim would be fine.”
    “Clarify your definition of the word trim, because once I take it off I can’t put it back on.” A nervous laugh slipped past my lips and I felt my cheeks warm.
    He grinned at my feeble attempt at humor, and then ran his fingers through his hair in order to show me the desired amount he wanted snipped off. “About a quarter of an inch will do.”
    I adjusted his chair lower so that I could reach the crown of his head, which consequently put his eyes level with my breasts. His gaze never dipped though, which both surprised and disappointed me. Men always glanced at my breasts, no matter their age, when I lowered their chair. Obviously, this man was different. Maybe he just wasn’t interested in me. I shouldn’t care, but I did.
    I reached for my scissors and comb without meeting his eyes through the mirror again and