She could admit there was just a bit more bounce in her step that day. Krista found herself humming along to a song on the radio as she drove to MillionHair salon. It was a song she didn’t particularly care for and she was annoyed that it was so popular. Yet, not only was she humming along with it, she also snapped her fingers to the beat.
She took more pride in her outfits and could admit she spent a bit more time in front of the mirror lately. When she’d walked down the street, her hips guided the way. She’d already received looks before from passing strangers, but now they were stopping to take notice. One guy was so focused on her, he almost rear-ended someone else.
All because of Sir.
“Confidence,” He purred as His hands caressed her inner thighs, “is so damn sexy. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, always walk like you own the world. People will have to take notice and respect that, even if you don’t believe it yourself.”
He’d fucked her into submission twice the week before and when they didn’t have sex, He used a variety of instruments to get her off. She’d lost count of orgasms after four.
When they weren’t in a scene, they talked about a variety of topics. Sir loved baseball and football and was an avid supporter of the Atlanta Falcons. She was surprised when she heard that piece of news but then it made sense to her since he was from Georgia.
A true Southern gentleman.
She hadn’t heard from Him since He’d left and she wondered if their one night was just that. Maybe the talks of her going out to L.A. and spending a week at His home, submitting to His every sexual need was just pillow talk and He said that to every woman.
No, she couldn’t believe it. Sir wouldn’t make a grandiose promise like that and just leave her hanging. Though Krista had no way of getting into contact with Him, Sir had her number. He hadn’t called her that week.
Maybe He was full of shit. “There is no one,” Krista reassured, “now can be please talk about something else?”
“Okay, we can talk about something else,” Faith D’Amato entered the salon along with two huge bouquets of flowers behind her, “like we can talk about why you’re a lying ass?”
“What?” Krista watched the flowers being delivered to her station. There were two large vases of multicolored roses. She counted the number of roses in one vase; a staggering thirty-six. She assumed the other vase had the equal amount. Someone had sent her six-dozen roses.
“The card is right here in case you were wondering,” Faith held out her hand.
Krista quickly snatched the card away from her best friend. “I’m not even going to ask if you’ve read it.”
“Because you already know that I did.” Faith proudly smiled.
Krista opened up the card and was immediately overwhelmed with joy, elation and curiously, desire.
Thinking about you, sugar.
Sir didn’t speak much but when He did, it was straight to the point. He made His point loud and very clear.
Krista couldn’t say it were butterflies she was feeling; she knew what the arrangement was and respected it. Sir made her feel like she was the only woman in the world and it was a treatment she could get used to.
“Soooo….” Faith smiled. “…is there something you want to tell me, Kristabella?”
Krista stuffed the card in her jeans pocket and went back to styling her client’s hair. “Hell, no.”
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