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Chapter Five

Allie
    “ M an , he’s hot.” Sonya leaned against the counter, staring after my client as he walked out the door.
    I had a few minutes to spare before I had to get back to work, so it didn't surprise me that my co-worker wanted to chat. My next appointment was currently finishing up her facial and would be done shortly, ready for the haircut and style she absolutely had to get done today, thanks to a last minute invitation to a very important social event. I always found it amusing that she always had these “very important” last minute invitations.
    Thanks to the empty lobby, Alistair joined us to put in his own two cents. “Oh, yes. Very hot. And straight.”
    Sonya and I snickered at the annoyance in the last two words. Giving my boss a sober look, I said, “Yeah. All the good looking ones are straight or taken.”
    “It’s not funny.” He sniffed imperiously. “The good gay ones are taken, or they just aren’t ready to commit. You’d think it was a dirty word.”
    “For some, it is.” I shrugged. He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t know. Personally, I thought love was overrated. My mother had loved my biological father, and he'd broken her heart over and over. It'd taken her years to find a happy place with Tyson. I was just fine keeping my relationships light and easy.
    I started to push a few loose strands of hair back from my face and saw the bills in my hand. Alistair frowned over us counting our tips in the public area of the salon, so I shoved the money into my pocket along with the tip from Daisy, then went around the counter to double-check my schedule.
    “Don’t tell us you didn’t think he was hot.” Sonya gave me a skeptical look.
    “Oh, he was plenty hot.” I shrugged as I studied the monitor. My next appointment and then after that, another haircut. Then I was done. I wouldn’t even have to rush to get to school in time to get TJ. That was good. Despite the chill, I could appreciate a nice slow walk.
    The door opened and Alistair snapped to attention, all business and ass-kissing now. I couldn't really make fun of him for it. He was good at it. I nodded at Sonya and moved back to my station in time to see one of the other stylists coming in from the back.
    Time to get back to work…

    * * *
    A t the end of the day, I was so done. My last appointment had been one that usually went to Sandy, another of my co-workers, but she was off today, and Alistair had put the Philadelphia high society princess with me. It was probably because he knew she was likely to end up going off, and I was the one employee most likely to keep my temper.
    And she did go off.
    The woman had been impossible to please, and she'd practically shrieked when a four-inch lock of hair had fallen into her lap.
    She’d given me a picture of a hairstyle, which required losing some length, I’d explained. She’d insisted I knew nothing about hair, and then Alistair had stepped in to soothe her, promising I was one of his best stylists, that I’d make her shine even more than she already did.
    He really knew how to lay it on thick when he had to.
    Her hair turned out perfect, even better than the picture, but she’d still sniffed disdainfully and gave me a, “It will do.”
    Then she’d left a dollar bill on the counter.
    I'd picked it up and given a little curtsey. “Oh, thank you. I can buy a soda pop now.”
    My sardonic humor had been lost on her, but not Alistair. He’d stood in his position in the back, shaking his head, his mouth tight.
    I’d get it for that one, no doubt, but I hadn't minded. It'd been worth it.
    Sure enough, right before I walked out, he reminded me in polite but firm terms that he had the best salon/spa in the city and paid his employees accordingly. That meant we sometimes had to put up with the eccentricities of our patrons. In other words, we had to deal with their rudeness and bullshit. With a smile.
    I’d nodded, agreed, and left.
    We both