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    “Don’t you have work to do?” I snottily asked.
    “Don’t you, Miss hot pants?” the shithead retorted.
    I pointed out. “I’m the boss.”
    “Whatever. So what did the urban cowboy want?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Nothing my ass. He wants your goodies and looks like he got some of them. By the way, if you toss him to the side I’m going to end our friendship. That man is packing and hot. Lord, I needed to get some air after he left. Shit, I want me a cowboy.”
    “He’s hot, but…”
    “Girl, quit with the ‘buts.’ You look like he’s already got you. He marked you up in ten minutes flat.”
    “He didn’t do anything to me,” I denied.
    “Deny all you want, but that flushed face, swollen lips, and big as hickey on your neck are dead giveaways.”
    “What!” I shouted as I jumped up and ran to my wall mirror. Tad started cracking up, but I didn’t find anything funny at all. My neck was pale until you got to the big reddish purple blotch.
    “I’m going to kill him!’ I shouted as I tried to think of ways to cover it up.
    “Ha…Lord, girl, if you didn’t know he was doing that to you, what else was doing to you?”
    “Shut up,” I hissed. “I have ten minutes before my first appointment. I need to cover this up.” I grabbed my makeup bag from my desk drawer.
    “Honey, I don’t think he wanted you to cover it up. Besides Mrs. Duncan is already out there waiting,” Tad said as he made a face and rolled his eyes.
    “Already,” I whined. Damn it, I didn’t like that woman. She was bitchy about everything. She always complained about the haircuts yet she always came back, requesting me every time.
    “Fine. Is this covered enough?” I said after I moved my hair around my face.
    “No, but who cares? Anybody that says anything is just jealous that it didn’t happen to them.”
    “Oh, well. I’m so not going out with him tonight. I’ll teach that ass,” I sneered and walked out of my office.
    Mrs. Duncan saw me and already started with her nonsense. “There you are. I’ve been waiting for over ten minutes while you were busy with your lover.”
    “You’re early,” I replied clearly annoyed with her.
    “You shouldn’t be conducting affairs in your office.”
    “I’m not having an affair, but what I do in the privacy of my private office is none of your concern,” I stated. If she didn’t like it, she could leave—not that it would ever happen. She just huffed and told me how she wanted her hair done. It was the same style she got every time. I wanted to wring her fat neck.
    I was working on her hair when three more clients walked in. I looked at the clock; Jane and Rita were supposed to be here already. They were not on time again this week. I was going to have to get on them. I couldn’t have my place getting a bad rap for taking a long time. I let it go because they had been helping me with my paperwork, but I was fed up already.
    I paused with Mrs. Duncan and addressed the ladies waiting. “Please have a seat. You’re stylists should be here shortly.”
    “Tad, do me a favor. Give the girls a call and find out where they are,” I asked as I returned to the grumpy old lady.
    “No prob, Éclair.” He loved calling me that especially when I needed to be cheered up. He came back two minutes later telling me both girls had lame excuses why they wouldn’t be coming in. Of all days…not today. I was exhausted from working eighty hours this week so far.
    “You know if you’d taken me when I came in instead of playing with that man then you wouldn’t have to make those clients wait.” Angry visions clouded my mind. She was lucky I wasn’t like my uncle.
    Tad walked up with the broom and warned, “If I was you I wouldn’t insult a woman with scissors so close to your throat.”
    “Don’t you have work to do?” I said sternly, then I hid my grin behind my sleeve.
    “I think you’re going to need to keep your date tonight. A man that delicious can alleviate