Chapter Nine
Ransom
“I WAS WONDERING if I had to come back out there and throw his a*s out the front door,” I told Tiffany when she returned, and re-clipped the brown plastic cape around my neck. She picked up her comb and scissors, and the fruity scent of her perfume, along with the proximity of her t**s near my face, made it difficult to sit comfortably.
“Sorry,” she said, looking slightly distracted. She stepped behind me, and our eyes met in the mirror. “So, you wanted it short, right? How short are you thinking on the top?”
“Surprise me.”
She looked at my chin. “Okay. I’ll clean up your goatee, if you’d like, too.”
I rubbed my hand over it, and nodded. “Sounds good.”
“So,” I said, after a few minutes of silent trimming, “you going to comment about that kiss?”
She chuckled. “Ac
