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The weekend flew by quickly. When Monday arrived, I dropped Emma off at school, and then headed to the salon. When I arrived, Thane was behind the front desk, this time dressed in a black, short-sleeved polo shirt with the company’s name and logo etched near the collar. The shirt fit snugly, emphasizing his thick biceps and narrow waist. He was definitely an eye-opening sight for a Monday morning.
“You ready?” he asked, also giving me a quick once-over.
I caught my reflection in the mirror, behind the counter, and felt unattractive. My hair was once again pulled back tightly, I wore hardly any makeup, which made me look pale, and even I could see that the thick brown glasses overpowered my face. Basically, I pretty much now looked like an old spinster, or what Ray would often la
