by Fox, Nicky
I give Eric a small smile and tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. As I head back to the salon, I can’t help but think that there are some nice guys out there. It’s too bad I am apparently not attracted to them.
2
Mick
“What the hell, Carl? I can’t believe you said that to her. You’re a complete asshole. I couldn’t even make an excuse for you.” I get back in the squad car with my partner after our call.
“Mick, what are you talking about?” He looks down at his screen and types feverishly across the keys on the keyboard. Carl is my partner. He’s been on the force for over twenty years. We get along okay but he’s not the most compassionate person. I hope, after years on the force, that I don’t lose my empathy for people. He’s closing in on retirement and has been pretty careless lately. I’m having to do double work covering his ass. He’s counting the days to his recliner. I’m counting down his days as well.
“You called that woman at the donut shop fat like a Grade A asshole.” I pull my seatbelt around me and click it in place. It’s hot in the squad car. Texas heat will do that. I think back to that gorgeous woman, getting hard again at the thought of her curves that scream touch me. Touch her is what I wanted to do. I force myself to think about my douchebag partner again to clear my head. There’s no way I am getting a woody in the car next to Carl.
“Oh, well. She was hot, but fat. It just came out.”
That comment again makes me pissed. “Fuck you, dude. You’re fat. Don’t ever call her that again.” I feel like punching him right now. It doesn’t help we’re in a confined space.
“Oh, you like her, man? I’m sorry. You could definitely hit that.” He goes back to his keyboard and my jaw ticks.
“Shut the fuck up before I hit you.” I grab my paperwork and turn away from him. Asshole. If I go to blows with my partner, I could get suspended or put in some other unfortunate position. I need to hold my tongue, but he’s making it a challenge not to knock his crude ass out.
Thankfully, Carl quickly changes the subject back to the call we just had. We’re going over notes for our paperwork. I can’t stop thinking about Maggie. She is more than hot. She is kinda weird in a cute way. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. We had something stirring between us or did until Carl broke that spell. When I turned around and saw her gorgeous face reflecting embarrassment and hurt, I felt like shit. Damn. I wanted to junk punch him. Anyone who’d hurt that beautiful creature deserves my wrath.
The look of disappointment she gave me after that was even worse. Her pained expression aimed my way felt like it was me who uttered those cruel words to her. I didn’t even know what to say. I shrugged. I fucking shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Fuck. I probably ruined it with her by being an asshole too.
I think back to the first time I saw her. I noticed a sway of hips walking down the sidewalk of the pavilion. She looked like a real woman with curves I just wanted to grasp. Some people might call them child-bearing hips. I’d call them perfect. Her long, red hair hung along her curvy frame. Her hand came up to caress one buttock as she entered a store. I never saw the front of her that day, but I came back for more sightings of my goddess during my patrols.
It’s my favorite place to patrol. There have been some break-ins around that area lately, so Carl doesn’t suspect I’m actually patrolling for her. A few days later, I finally got my frontal view. An old-school, Hollywood pin-up style girl standing in front of me. So bold. So beautiful. She took my breath away. It’s not just her body either. It’s the way she holds her head high with confidence and a twinkle in her eye. You can tell there are things going on in her head she can’t say. Her lips quirk up into a smirk that lets me know she’s thinking of something sweet. Sure enough, she was on her way to the donut shop. I was parked in my patrol car, waiting for Carl to get out of the John. It took everything in me not to pull out my cock and stroke it right then and there. My goddess.
Now, I have her name. Maggie. I close my eyes and imagine her bent over, on her back, begging for my cock, on her knees before me. I shiver. Shit. I might have to make a stop to the men’s room just to rub one out. Fuck. This woman is . . . fucking with my every thought.
I run my hand through my hair. “What are you smiling at?” Carl nags me.
“I think I need a haircut.” I smile like the happiest fucking man on the planet.
“Okay. Thanks for that information.” Carl burps and turns the wheel to pull onto the street. I ignore him. Things might have just brightened up. I’ll make a hair appointment at her salon and have her cut my hair. It’ll be like that movie, Her Alibi. It’ll be sexy as hell with her running her hands through my hair and we’ll gaze into each other’s eyes. Bonus: I’ll have a great view of her luscious tits when she cuts my hair in front. The thought of her touching just my hair makes me hard as a rock, and I must distract myself yet again before Carl notices my problem down below.
I’ll meet with Maggie in a couple of days and smooth things over, and then maybe we can set up a date. Damn. I imagine having that beauty on my arm. I don’t know if I would be able to keep my hands off her. She looks like the type of woman who needs to be held, and often. I hope to do that for her very soon.
A few days later . . .
I pull up on my day off to Shear-lock Combs. I guess she likes the books. That’s cool. I’m a cop. He was a detective. Maybe she has a thing for cops? I hope soon it’ll be a thing only for me. I sit in my car and give my cock a pep talk. He always seems to come to attention when she’s around. I need to focus on what I’m saying to this girl and not what my dick is doing, as he definitely has a mind of his own.
“Okay. We’re going in there and we are going to behave. No showing or thrusting.” I point my finger at my crotch. “We’re smooth. I’m going to charm her with this head first and then maybe after a few dates, you’ll get to charm her panties off, okay?” I push him down and get out of the car awkwardly. Shit. I already have a hard-on. Damn it. He’s obviously not listening to me. Traitor.
As I walk toward the entrance, he calms down a bit. I pull open the industrial glass doors and stride in, my eyes zeroing in on her immediately. Fuck. She’s wearing one of those sexy-as-fuck wrap dresses with animal print. I bet she’s an animal in bed too. I look down at my semi-hard cock and shake my head. Stay down, buddy.
As I glance back up, she watches me for a moment and I don’t see any recognition cross her face. It’s likely because I’m not wearing my uniform. Maybe that’s a good thing. I can start off from scratch where she can get to know me first before I ask her out.
I write my name down on the clipboard at the counter. It looks like I’m next in line on the sheet. She’s cutting an older woman’s hair right now so I’ll hopefully be next. I sit down in one of the waiting chairs and watch her work.
“We’ll be with you in just a moment, sir.”
I nod as a shiver runs down my spine. I’m not usually into BDSM and master stuff, but I think I could be into anything sexually with her. Shit. I uncross my legs and grab up a magazine. I feel like I’m in high school again and I’m trying to ask the popular girl out to the dance.
Stalling for time, and trying to keep my mind off her amazing body, I scan the space, noticing a poster on the wall behind the register. It’s a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch. The only reason I know him is because he was in that Star Trek movie and he was the bad guy. I’m pretty sure he was Doctor Strange as well. It’s a Sherlock Holmes poster. I guess he played him at some point?
I take in the rest of the salon. It looks mostly like a spa, with calming colors and a little fountain with water trickling by the pedicure chairs. There are small elements of décor that seem to reflect the Sherlock Holmes theme, a few magnifying glasses on the wall, and a Sherlock Holmes book collection on one shelf. There’s a violin hanging above the sinks and a cloak on a coat rack in one corner. I’m digging this woman a lot. She really nerded out all over the place.
Like her, I geek out over ce
rtain things. I’m not sure I’ll ever reveal them to her, but I appreciate the fandom. That’s something we have in common. Lost in thought, a bell rings above the door alerting to us that someone has entered. We all turn to see.
A guy comes out of the back door and goes straight to the clipboard. If I had to guess by the way he walks, he bats for the other team. He glances over at me and smiles like he wants a bite of me. I look past him at Maggie who is smiling broadly. Looking back at the dude, I notice his clothes are tight and a bit ostentatious, but he’s in pretty good shape so he pulls it off well. But I definitely have more muscle mass than him.
“Hey. I’m Barret. I’ll be cutting your hair today Mr. . . . Styles! Styles?” He clears his throat and looks back at Maggie who’s not paying any attention, then he turns back to me. “Come on back and let me sud you up.” I stand and look at Maggie.
“I’m waiting on her.” I point toward Maggie and she just giggles, not looking up at all, and then she continues to cut the older woman’s hair.
Barret smiles. “Well, she’s booked all day. I’m sorry. You’ll just have to settle for me.” He stands beside me and hooks our arms together like we’re going down the aisle. I look at him, flabbergasted. Fuck. What did I get myself into? I just wanted that beautiful creature cutting my hair and now I have this dude putting the moves on me. I look up to the ceiling and pray for some help right now. I can hear Maggie giggling over at her station. She’s obviously enjoying the show.
After I’m seated to get my hair washed, Barret quickly pulls a cape from a cubby near the sinks and flaps it in front of me like a matador. Soon, it’s around my neck and my head is in a bowl.
“I don’t really need my hair washed,” I state. Barret looks at me, horrified.
“Oh, honey. We do it all here. Even Brazilian waxes. I’m available if you need help in that area too.” He winks. I’m in a nightmare right now. I have a guy touching and hitting on me while my dream girl is within reach. This is my own personal hell. At least I can still see Maggie in my peripheral. She’s so beautiful. I want her touching my hair right now instead of this dude. I’m all for equal rights and love who you love, but right now, I just want to be left alone to pursue the woman I want. Ignoring his comment, I let him wash my hair. “No waxing then? That’s okay. What kind of cut are you wanting today?”
“Just a trim,” I mumble, not once letting Maggie escape my vision.
“A dusting, huh? Okay. I can do that. Your hair is so soft. Mmm.” His fingers dig into my scalp as he massages the shampoo in. I finally look his way to see him hunched over me, smiling. I quickly look back over to Maggie to keep my sanity. I don’t need this right now. I need a date with a hot curvy stylist. I smile over the comment she made the other day at the donut shop about my name. “She likes you,” Barret whispers over me. I immediately look back at him.
“What? Who?” I’m suddenly very focused on Barret.
He rolls his eyes at me like I’m an idiot. “Maggie. She likes you. She came in here the other day, complaining about some cop with the last name Styles. I’m guessing you’re him since you have the same last name and you can’t stop looking at her. Your partner is an asshole, by the way.” This catches me off guard, but I recovery quickly.
“Yeah, he is an asshole. She heard that, huh? I wasn’t sure.” I make a dumb excuse and I feel like shit that Carl upset her.
“Yup,” Barret answers with a pop of the “p.” He rinses my hair out and then towel dries it, moving my head back and forth. “She doesn’t want to like you but she still calls you Hot Cop.” He smiles.
I glance over to see her staring at me. The older woman is paying at the register and Maggie is handing her the receipt. Our eyes connect for that single second and it’s like we’re back in the donut shop. I feel it. I feel her. The energy, connection, chemistry, lust, love, whatever you want to call it, surrounds us as if we are the only ones in the room. Her dark chocolate eyes cast down and then the spell is broken once again.
Barret escorts me over to a chair. “I got this.” Maggie comes up from behind Barret. My goddess has come to rescue me. Barret pats my shoulder.
“Okay, he’s all yours.” He saunters off and then it’s just Maggie and me. My hard-on immediately returns and I’m not even going to try to fight the traitor bulging in my pants. Plus, it’s not that noticeable under this cape.
“Hi,” I say like a dumbass. I’m sure she can see relief written all over my face.
“Hi. So, you just want a trim?” She begins to comb my hair and I turn into a dog. My eyes roll in the back of my head and I just want her to pet-comb my hair forever. Just touch me for the rest of my days.
“Yeah.” I sigh. She giggles and begins shaving my neck with a trimmer first and then blows off the excess with her mouth. I hope she’s doesn’t do that with her other clients. Is she flirting with me? Chills run down my arms and I adjust myself under the cape. This woman has me knots. I feel like a caged animal ready to break out the second I see an opening. The moment she gives me the okay, I’m kissing this girl senseless. I watch her bite her lip as she combs out a strand and cuts it. I want to kiss those lips so badly.
Then, she moves in front of me and all I can see is her cleavage in that amazing dress. My hands itch to grab her hips and pull her to me so I can feel her magnificent curves pressed against me. I clasp on to the handles of the chair, begging gravity to make her fall in my lap. My hands would hold on to that sweet ass. Then they would travel up her back until I got to that gorgeous red hair. I’d grab it and pull her lips against mine. Damn. I wonder what she tastes like, probably something sweet like cherries. I close my eyes to clear my errant thoughts.
When I open them, I notice a tattoo on her forearm. It’s a pair of scissors. “I like your tattoo,” I say.
“Oh.” She pulls her arm back and clutches at the tattoo like she’s embarrassed. “It’s stupid. When you’re fresh out of cosmetology school, you think it’s the coolest tattoo. Barret got a matching one too.” She motions to Barret with her scissors. He raises his hand and shows his off with a flourish.
“Still proud, baby!” Barret winks and does a little dip on his way through the back doorway I’m guessing is their stockroom. Maggie smiles after him. She must be really close to have a matching tattoo with him. The way she’s looking at him is the way a sister would look at her brother adoringly. They don’t look anything alike so I’m guessing they’re not related. If I ever get her last name, I’ll be checking her out in the system. I want to learn as much as I can about this girl. If she has family here. How old she is. Where she lives. It wouldn’t be stalking, really, just a little gathering information for our date, a date that will happen soon if I have my way.
She continues to cut my hair and I’m in heaven. This is the best haircut of my life. I don’t care if I have the chili bowl cut from Dumb and Dumber or a buzzcut. I’d come back to her so she can run those fingers all over my head. Feel me. Touch me. Not only does she make me feel good, her smell is intoxicating. I can’t quite pick up what scent it is, but it’s fantastic. She is fantastic. Maggie is my drug and I can’t get enough hits of her.
“Is that okay, Mr. Styles?” She pats down my sideburns and bends down to make sure they’re even and I just stare at her. Her ample cleavage is right in my view and those eyes zap me into submission.
“Mick. My name is Mick.” I clear my throat. I’m blushing. I look down at my shoes so she doesn’t see. “I’m sorry about what my partner said the other day in the donut shop.” I see her nod as I glance back up. I get the feeling she doesn’t really want to talk about it. At least I apologized for the dumbass.
“Mick.” My name across those lips are like a plea. Fuck. She unsnaps the cape and I quickly cover my dick so she can’t see how hard I am for her.
“Will you go out with me?” It tumbles out before I lose my nerve. She peeks up at me through her dark eyelashes and I just about melt in a puddle. There’s something about this woman that completely en
trances me.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She grabs a broom and begins sweeping up the hair on the floor. I’m confused by her remark. Good idea? Were we not just eye-fucking each other? Do we not have a connection—damn sparks—that surge through the air whenever we are near each other?
“Why not?” I place my hands on my hips, feeling defensive. Maybe I didn’t read the jut of her chest and the look of interest in her eyes, along with her flirty words, correctly at the donut shop? I’m pretty sure she was coming on to me before Carl ruined it all. She’s been flirting with me this whole appointment too, I think.
She stops for a moment and turns to me. “Well, I don’t know you very well.” Maggie is scrambling for an excuse and I won’t accept that. I think she’s just apprehensive because my partner is a dick.
Oh sweetheart, stop denying yourself. Admit that you want to get to know me. Admit that you want me as much as I want you.
“Yeah, well you know I’m a cop and on a date, you usually get to know someone.” I can’t help smile at her. I caught her off guard.
“I wouldn’t know what to wear.” She’s just grabbing air now.
“You can wear that. I love your dress.” I motion to her, trying to keep my hands from reaching out and grabbing her hips to pull her to me.
“Thanks. It’s got pockets!” She shoves her hands in her pockets and sways her dress back and forth. I put my hands in the back of my jeans for her protection. All I want to do is reach out and pull her sweet curves to me.
“Great, it’s a date.” I turn around and leave a big sum of bills on the counter. “I’ll pick you up here tomorrow at six.”
I walk out before she can say anything. I’ve got a date with my dream girl.
3
Maggie
“Wake up. Time to shop. I’ve always wanted to quote that line. Thank you for making that possible. Isn’t Pretty Woman the best movie ever. God!” Barret claps and goes to sit at the end of my bed. I roll over and glance at the cock. It’s ten in the morning. I had a late night last night, tossing and turning fretting over whether I should go out with Mick or not.
