Series: Fierce Salon Series
Titles: Fierce Salon: Wash (Episodes 1-5: Season 1), Fierce Salon: Rinse (Episodes 6-10: Season 2), Fierce Salon: Repeat (Episodes 11-15: Season 3)
Genre: M/F Contemporary Romance
Fierce Salon: Wash
(Episodes 1-5: Season 1)
When Nate Edwards left his drug addicted ex and his modeling career, he followed his other passion and opened up Fierce Salon. He’s a player in every sense of the word but never steps over the line of professionalism when it comes to his staff. They are the only women off limits to him.
Amy loses her job and her boyfriend on the same morning when her salon shuts down unexpectedly and she catches her boyfriend cyber cheating. When she runs into an old friend working at an upscale salon, Amy’s desperate situation begins to look up.
It takes some convincing, but she lands her dream job and gets to spend her days looking at the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. If only he was willing to break his golden rule and see her as more than just an employee.
Fierce Salon: Rinse
(Episodes 6-10: Season 2)
Nate and Amy stop trying to deny their attraction to each other. Once they give in to their desires, everything is wonderful…until Nate’s ex shows up with a three-year-old in tow.
Carly meets not one man but two and has to make a decision she never thought she’d be faced with. Choosing one hot man over another. Although, if the hints she’s getting are sincere, she may not have to choose at all.
Andre and Frankie are getting to know each other but agree to take it slow when Andre admits just how inexperienced with men he really is.
Olivia continues to struggle with cutting out nicotine, but her new vice proves to be much more hazardous to her health. After driving away the one man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with, she falls prey to a dangerous stranger.
**Content Warning: There is a rape scene at the end of episode ten.**
Fierce Salon: Repeat
(Episodes 11-15: Season 3)
Follow the dramatic conclusion as more secrets are revealed. Hearts will be broken and relationships will change forever as the stylists at Fierce Salon discover what they really need in order to find love, acceptance, and most importantly, happiness.
He nods and stands by the chair, waiting for me to lead him to the shampoo room. So, this is a role playing exercise. Fan-fucking-tastic.
I feel his body just a breath behind me as I reach the first shampoo chair. “Please have a seat.”
I reach for a towel and roll it up behind his neck. “Just recline back and tell me if this is uncomfortable.”
As soon as he’s on his back, his eyes are locked on my face, watching my every expression. I plaster the fake smile on it and turn on the faucet. “Is this is too hot?”
“It’s good.” He’s barely spoken to me and yet those two words cause the hair on my arms to stand on end. I’ve got goose bumps covering my skin as I pull the hot spray to his head.
“Does this feel okay, Nate?” His eyes close for a moment but he dips his chin in a nod.
Not sure if he’s in pain or not, I turn the spray to the inside of my arm to make sure it’s okay. It feels good so I wet his hair for a few more seconds before turning off the water and reaching for the shampoo.
I’m just realizing that Frankie is left handed so he stands on the left side of his clients and has arranged everything to the left of the chair. Of course, I’m on the right side and can’t quite reach the shampoo bottle.
I lean over as far as I can to hit the shampoo spout. When I feel warmth on my tit, I realize my entire chest is against Nate’s face and he’s breathing directly into my boobs.
In my attempt to straighten up, I hit the water handle and the sprayer angles up toward my face. I’m stunned for a moment as I get pelted by hot water then quickly grab for the hose that has already misted the whole room. “Oh my god.” I panic and turn off the water. “I’m so sorry, Nate.” I’m grabbing for towels and trying to pat his face when I hear laughing behind me.
“Damn, girl.” Frankie drops a towel on the floor and starts to mop up my mess. “Did you get your license from clown school?”
My face is burning and I can’t even look Nate or Frankie in the eye. I’ve never made such a mess at work before and I don’t even know where to begin to make it right. “I don’t… I’m so…” I can feel my eyes burning so I just turn toward the door. “I’ll go.”
“Wait.” Nate’s hand grips my wrist to stop me. “You’re not going anywhere until I see if you can cut.”
Shocked, I turn toward him. He’s got a small smile that is so much sexier than the pissed off look he’s been giving me since I arrived. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He places his hand in the center of my back and walks me to my chair. “I need a stylist and you need a job so let’s make this work.”
I nod but can’t speak over the lump in my throat. God, I hope I don’t fuck up again. He’s too beautiful to have a jacked up haircut because I’m clumsy.
Some of the staff refer to me as Type-A but I’m just regimented. I like routine and the salon runs better when everyone can stick to the plan. Of course, there are always wrenches thrown into my plans but as the owner, I’ve come to expect it.
“Nate, can you come here when you get a second?”
There’s a panicked expression on Lindsey’s face but her voice doesn’t betray her expression.
I take a moment to brush through the long layers I’m cutting into my client’s hair before I give her shoulders a light squeeze and excuse myself. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She nods briefly without looking up from her kindle. She couldn’t care less that her cut is being interrupted.
“How’s everything going, Linds?” I give a smile to her client as I twist the chair toward the back of the salon so she’s not facing a mirror. I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m sure it’s bad.
“I just want to get your opinion on this perm?” Lindsey unwraps a wide roller from the middle of her client’s head and the platinum blonde strands are disintegrating.
I can hear my pulse beating loudly in my ears as we unwrap another roller. “What formula did you use?”
Lindsey rattles off her exact chemical ratios as I unwrap the rest of the rollers. Based on the sections that aren’t fully destroyed, at least five inches off the bottom will have to be cut.
“Ma’am.” I turn the woman back toward the mirror so I can meet her eye. “Have you been putting any chemicals in your hair?”
“No, I told her this is natural.” She’s very proud of her light hair but her roots don’t lie. “I just got back from Cancun and the sun lightened it better than any color I’ve ever paid for.”
I nod and take a closer look at the fried ends. “Have you ever used Sun-in?”
She stills for a minute then shrugs. “Well, sure. Even mother nature needs a little help. But it’s all natural.”
“Actually,” I hold up the tattered remains of a lock of her hair, “it’s not. It’s very definitely a chemical and it reacted to the perm solution.”
Her big brown eyes are clueless until my meaning sinks in. “What happened?”
I take a deep breath and place my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry but the ends of your hair have basically dissolved. We’ll have to cut all the damaged hair down to about here.” I indicate the new length by resting my finger just under her ear.
Her eyes well up and tears begin to roll down her face. “But, I just wanted some waves.”
“I know, sweetheart, but Sun-in is a chemical. Did Lindsey ask if you had any chemicals in your hair?”
She nods but doesn’t make eye contact.
“You’re gonna look beautiful with a bob.” She’s a pretty girl with a deep tan. “It’s a much more playful look for you.”
I gently tap under her chin to get her to look up at me. “I promise.”
“Okay.” She puts the tip of her thumb in her mouth and begins chewing on the nub of her nail.
“Lindsey will take great care of you.” I pat her arm once then head back to my client.
Greg’s mouth lands on mine before I can respond. His warm breath sucks in mine as his tongue glides across my lower lip before tracing my teeth. He steps even closer to me and lifts me by my ass cheeks so I’m sitting on his hood. When my leg brushes against his hard length, we both groan.
“Your place?” Greg pants as his hand squeezes my hip.
“Your car?” I respond. I can’t wait to get him all the way home.
He laughs against my neck. “You’re killing me.”
I let my hand slide under his shirt, pulling up the fabric from beneath his belt. My fingers trail along his waistband before they dip just under it. “Ditto.”
Greg takes a deep breath then steps back. “Not in the car. Your place?”
I have to hold back a whimper. “Fine.”
I reluctantly climb into the car and let Greg drive me back to my place. The distance between us settles my urgent need to a dull thud. By the time Greg stops the car, I’m reconsidering whether this is a good idea.
We walk quietly inside and I grab two bottles of water and flop onto the couch next to Greg. “So…”
Greg wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me onto his lap. “So.”
His sweet smile makes me give him one in return. “I had fun tonight.”
“Yeah,” he tugs on a loose strand of my hair, “I could tell by the way you opened up a can of whoop ass on that drunk chick.”
“She was out of hand.” I laugh and lean into his palm as he cups my cheek. “Besides, you were too tired to dance so I had to do something to keep myself entertained.”
“So I was boring you?” he says with a playful nod. “I see.”
“Well, bored is a strong word but I like to keep moving.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Greg’s palm creeps around the back of my neck and he pulls me toward him. With just a breath of space between us, I close my eyes and breach the gap, picking up where we left off in the parking lot.
I don’t stop to breathe as our lips finally meet. Greg isn’t wasting any more time as his tongue darts into my mouth. His teeth pull back over my lower lip while his hands slide under my dress, all the way up my thighs. Straddling his hips, I can’t help but grind over his solid erection as it’s pressed into my core.
His fancy suit and my lacy thong are the only barriers between us. His strong hands rub over my hips as I bounce on his rod. It’s been just long enough since I’ve been with a man that if I keep this rhythm, I’ll be coming on his pants within minutes.
Greg’s palms cup my ass and he lifts me up just an inch. But it’s the angriest inch I’ve ever experienced as I lose contact with his thick cock. I hear a whimper and moan before I realize how pathetic I sound. I want to control myself but I can’t. I am pathetic and I need him. Now.
Pulling away from his mouth, I reach for his belt buckle and furiously pull it loose. Seconds tick by as I struggle with the zipper that I can’t pull all the way down from this angle.
When I look back up at Greg with a frustrated cry, he smiles and kisses my chin. “Okay, okay.” He stands with me still in his arms. “Where’s your room?”
I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face into his neck. “Second door on the right.”
As soon as we’re in my room, Greg drops me unceremoniously on the bed while he takes off the rest of his clothes. I can’t take my eyes off his hands as they reveal the bare skin I’ve been fantasizing about for months.
Since the first time he was in my chair, I couldn’t help but imagine what he’d look like naked and now I was getting the 3D image in my own bedroom. Holy fuck, he’s hot. With compact muscles and a light dusting of dark hair from his chest down to his…very happy place. I can’t look away from the beast that is staring at me. Standing at full attention and weeping with joy. It’s not the only one.
I look up to Greg’s face and realize he’s been watching me gawk. The half-smile he gives me is the only thing sexier than his naked body. “Ready to really have some fun?”
I nod and yank my dress over my head so I’m sprawled out in only a lacy thong and demi bra. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
Greg tosses a condom on the bed beside me but doesn’t break eye contact as he slowly climbs over me. Without touching any other part of my body, he holds himself above me and gives me a feather-light kiss. I almost don’t feel his lips against mine before they are gone, trailing down my neck. When he reaches my right breast, I arch into his mouth so he has no choice but to take my nipple in. He knows what I need as he nips lightly at the same time as I feel his cock brush my center.
“Fuck, Greg.” My hips buck up, searching for his shaft. “I need you.”
He teases me by dropping down and grinding against me. “More,” I beg. So much more.
His mouth quickly finds mine as he leans onto one elbow. I hear the rustling of a wrapper but don’t care. I just need to feel him. In me. Immediately.
Before I have to beg even more, I feel him at my entrance. I’m so wet that all it takes is one quick thrust and he’s buried in me.
Surprised by my gesture, Greg sucks in a breath and stills. “Wait, Liv,” he whispers. “You feel too good.”
I count to ten in my head before I even take another breath. It does feel good. So fucking good that he’s not the only one that needs a minute to settle down.
Realizing my eyes are clenched tight, I open them and try to relax as I exhale. Greg is staring down at me with a piercing stare. Once he locks my gaze, he begins to slowly thrust into me. When he’s fully inside, I feel fuller than I ever have before. Swaying my hips, I smile at his look of ecstasy.
“You trying to humiliate me?” he says through gritted teeth.
I lift my ass off the bed and pound against him. “I’m trying to drain you.”
He takes the hint and starts fucking me hard. I love the way his body feels as it comes together and apart with mine. His pace picks up and so does my breathing. It’s been too long. When his mouth drops to my left breast and I feel the sting of his teeth, I come undone in his arms. “Yes, Greg. Like that.”
I feel convulsions rock me harder as he continues to suck and tease my nipple while spreading my legs even wider. His balls slapping against my ass with each thrust only brings me to a second orgasm before he gives a final pounding and holds against me, filling me with his warmth.
For a fraction of a second, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom because I’d love to feel the slimy evidence of our night when I wake up in the morning. But that thought is fleeting as he drops to the side of me and pulls me into his chest. “Wow.”
I smile as I rest my ear above his heart, letting the fast beat calm my own. “Yeah.”
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