Bad Hair 8 - Day Perish By Pedicure Read Online Free PDF Page A

another concern for people who get a lot of sun exposure.”
    “Maybe I should take home one of the catalogs so I can study the different products. I’d like to try some of them in my salon. I’m excited about learning new cutting techniques, too.”
    Jan snorted. “You’ll learn plenty from Sampson. He likes showing off his skill.”
    “What about Ron? He didn’t seem too happy that Sampson had assigned him only one stage show.” Marla noticed that Jan only picked at her food, mostly raw vegetables.
    “He’s in too much of a hurry. If he’s patient, he can benefit from his association with Sampson, who really is a brilliant artist. Sampson can be very demanding, but you put up with it. He knows his stuff.”
    “Chris must be used to dealing with his ego,” Marla said, watching the director flit from person to person, acting as hostess. Her laughter trickled across the room.
    “I don’t know—she seems to be the one person who doesn’t bow down to him. Not that Chris bows down to anyone, “Jan added bitterly.
    “I understand she recently gave you a promotion.”
    Jan sniffed, her nose in the air. “As if.”
    “Pardon me?”
    “As if that would make me happy.” The redhead narrowed her eyes. “You’re not one of us, so I can tell you things. Listen up, Marla. Don’t try to get close to Chris or you’ll get fried.”
    “Is that what happened to you?”
    Jan’s gaze shot loaded darts in Chris’s direction. “You might say that. I know very well why Chris offered me this position. She thought it would make up for what she did to me, but she’s wrong. The only way I’d feel better would be to get her job. I’d consider that to be the perfect revenge.”

Chapter Three
    After Jan’s comments, Marla figured she’d better get on Chris’s good side if she wanted to continue her association with Luxor Products. Finished with her appetizer, she mumbled an excuse to leave the table as Jan became engaged in conversation with another occupant. Pushing to her feet, she scanned the room and focused on the director.
    Chris was hard to miss in her jewel-colored ensemble, surrounded by a bevy of male admirers. She had one arm draped around the neck of a red-faced fellow and her knee wedged against another guy’s tailored suit. As she spoke, she moved her entire body in accompanying cues. The group seemed to be listening in rapt attention, or maybe they just hoped to get a piece of the action.
    When Marla’s glance caught hers, Chris beckoned. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, allowing Marla through to their hostess. Chris kissed one guy fully on the lips, blinked her mascaraed eyes at him, then stepped away. She grasped Marla’s elbow and steered her clear.
    “Are you having a good time, dear? I’m glad you were able to join us.”
    “Thanks. I was happy to be invited.” Marla thrust aside a stray strand of hair.
    “I saw you talking to Tyler.” A hint of accusation colored the director’s tone.
    “He was asking me about sights in the area. I’d offer to show people around, but I’ll be really busy between the exhibit and work at my salon. Plus I have other houseguests besides Georgia. My fiancé’s ex in-laws are staying with me. You can imagine how comfortable I am with that idea.”
    Her attempt at levity failed to lighten the conversation. Chris simply said, “You should have brought your fiancé here tonight.”
    “He had to work. He’s a police detective,” Marla added, waiting for the widening eyes that usually resulted.
    Chris merely smirked. A waiter approached, bearing a tray with a couple of red wineglasses, aged-cheese wedges, and salami slices on crackers. “The bartender told me to deliver this to you, ma’am,” he said, handing Chris a glass.
    “Oh, who’s it from?” she demanded, glancing at the cash bar.
    “Sorry, you’ll have to ask the bartender. It’s pretty crowded over there.” He offered the other glass to Marla.
    “Never mind. It could have been