"Oh, Jeremy honey,
are you all right?"
He
nodded shakily as he kept a firm grip on his right hand.
"Yes, what happened?"
Karen
put a hand on his shoulder. "You fainted, dear."
Jeremy
blushed. "God, I'm such a queen."
Karen counted
her breaths before she replied, her professional tone of
voice intact. "It’s okay. Let’s get your cut cleaned up so
you can start on my hair."
Jeremy
shook his head. "Oh no, I just can’t. I'm too upset right
now. I need to go to the hospital and make sure there is no
permanent damage."
Karen looked
his in the eye. "You're kidding, right? Jeremy, you know I
work there as a nurse practitioner, and I say you're not
going to die."
Jeremy looked
away from her. "I’m sorry Karen, but I need to go and see a
real doctor. I'll try to fit you in tomorrow, okay?"
Without
waiting for her to answer, Jeremy grabbed his man purse,
unplugged his curling irons and turned off his wax machine.
He sprinted out the front door leaving Karen behind as she
started to seethe with frustration. She declared in an
annoyance tone, "Great, so who's going to do my hair?"
An assured
deep voice called from behind her. "Princess, I think that
would be me.”
Karen's nipples
perked up at the sound of the Australian accent. She turned
around to face a handsome, ruggedly assured man with shiny
green eyes and swept back glossy black hair. She smiled, but
a second later, her lips froze in place as she felt her
gaydar alarm begin to bleep. She looked up to the heavens as
if to ask, why did it always have to be the great looking
ones?
She tried to
place the Australian. "Umm hi, are you new? I’d remember if
we had ever met. I mean, I've never seen you in here
before."
His lips grew
into an easy smile as she felt his eyes move down, caressing
her body. "I started here a week ago. I don't charge as much
as Jeremy, but I guarantee, you’ll be satisfied when I'm
done."
