Chapter Twenty-One
Samantha heard Gordon rev up the engine of his Aston Martin as he parked outside the salon. She could swear to herself that her heart jumped at the excitement of having Gordon back. She was currently massaging the client, and she could bet Gordon would come in and do something dramatic. She laughed in anticipation.
“Hey, Sammy,” Gordon said in a hushed tone as he peeped in through the door, opening it slightly.
“Hey, Mr. Gordy.” She kept massaging the client, who flinched at the interruption, looked up at Gordon, and seemed to wear an expression that begged them not to interrupt his so far pleasant massage.
Gordon got the drift. “I’ll just wait outside.”
Samantha nodded as he stepped outside in a backslide dance step. She had to let out a giggle.
After the client l
