Piper
“You’re flushed.”
I immediately touched my cheek with my free hand. “Am I?”
“A little,” he said.
“It’s warm in here,” I replied.
He glanced around the salon, his eyes briefly sweeping over the room. “Is it?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He didn’t argue.
But the corner of his mouth lifted.
He moved around the chair to reach another section of my hair. As he passed behind me, I became acutely aware of how close he was. The brief brush of his body against the back of the chair sent another jolt straight between my legs. My fingers stuttered, then resumed their slow, deliberate rhythm.
I could see him concentrating on his work, completely composed while I struggled to maintain mine.
“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he said.
“I’m listening.”
“To what?” His voice carried a hint of amus
