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Mia had Cyrus sit in the shampoo chair in the next room and took a deep breath.

With a moment to collect herself, she asked, “Do you really want a haircut, or are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Both,” he chuckled playfully. “Is it safe? You won’t slip and cut my jugular, will you?”

“You’re safe. I’ve worked with celebrities before, Fake Cyrus.” She giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“So. Do you believe me now?” He smiled with his deep dimples and bright shining eyes.

He leaned back in the chair, trying to make eye contact, as Mia stopped for a second to smile back with ease.

“I do now. Thank you for the roses, Cyrus. They’re beautiful.”

Mia grabbed a cape and put it around his neck, purposefully guiding her fingers over his neck just to feel his skin on hers. It was like heaven in the short sweeping gaze around his thick muscular neck. His skin tingled from feeling her soft touch as it passed over.

“You’re about to have the best shampoo of your life.”

“How good?” He looked up at her from the reclining position with half a sultry smile.

“They write books about how good I am,” she joked.

“Mmm. I bet you are, sweet Mia.”

She helped him lean back in the chair as a waft of his cologne loomed through the air when he leaned back. A woody citrus scent that held a clean masculine aroma that Mia always loved. On Cyrus, it was almost intoxicating. Too intoxicating that it was hard to keep her hormones from going into overdrive. Mixed with his natural scent, it was a perfect hint of suave masculinity and pure sexually driven pheromones.

Mia continued to massage and shampoo his hair with a little extra finesse. It wasn’t sexual in nature, but massage could be very sensual, and she was ready to make the best of it. She knew how to make this simple shampoo experience one to remember. Her male clients always tipped a little extra for her perfectly trained massaging hands, but Cyrus was different. This was a chance of a lifetime to impress him the best way she knew how.

This wasn’t just a job at this moment. She was touching the man that consumed her dreams. This time she would give the massage more attention than any other man in her chair. They were alone in the room and it was a subtle, private, and divinely sensual experience. One she wanted to relish in and make it last forever.

Mia worked with purpose as she moved her trained hands to impress this glorious man in her chair. With all the gifts she could provide, she imagined using those hands over the mass of his broad chest and ripped abs.

As Mia got more intense in movements, Cyrus closed his eyes feeling his body relax to her kneading and massaging fingertips like he was clay, and her the potter. A deep moan escaped him as her fingers worked their magic over his scalp and through his hair. His wavy short locks treading through her fingertips were bliss. Mia moaned as an unfamiliar heat rose deep in her core.

Hearing that sweet sound as it passed over her lips, Cyrus shifted in the seat and ran his tongue over his lips. He pictured what it would be like while inside her; hearing the moans as she reached the brink of arousal. Her touch was making him needy for more. A twitch of his member making him fully aware that this woman was going to make him completely lose himself in her. For the first time since his divorce, he was ready to beg for it.

Mia’s eyes deepened in desire from the feeling of this man being putty in her hands. The experience gave way to more erotic thoughts. Even more exhilarating for her was the expression he gave as her hands massaged his scalp. His deep moans were that of a man being pleasured in far more passionate ways than just a simple shampoo. Maybe he was toying with her, but she didn’t want it to end. She just hoped no other stylist came into the room to run the moment. Hoping they couldn’t hear how erotic it sounded.

They were lost completely in each other’s presence, in those mere seconds of this most basic of a salon treatment. Mia didn’t realize how such an ordinary process could bring her nothing less than what she knew could only explain as pure sensual desire. In her mind, she thought maybe this was the joy she had been missing in her life. Something as simple as basic human contact had set every neuron on her body on fire.

How could this man make her have such a reaction? It wasn’t just a mere cosmetic process. That was for sure. She had done this a hundred times before, and it never made her feel this way. It was the feeling of knowing this strong, handsome creature was enjoying the guild of her caring hands.

Mia felt a lump grow in her throat as she tried to compose herself. Surely, if she didn’t stop soon, she would become lost in this touch forever. Her body already felt like she was on the edge of exploding without even being touched. She didn’t want it to end. This was Cyrus Evans. The man who consumed her every sexual and emotional desire for years. She was touching him, feeling him react to her. Mia wanted this and her body pleaded for more.

Cyrus’ eyes slowly opened to look at her as her hands slowed as if she was in deep thought. He easily noticed the look in her eyes, and how her touch was more than that of a simple shampoo treatment. This was something deeper, and he felt it to the very core of his existence.

“Are you enjoying this as much as I am, flower?”

“Umm. Just… ddd… doing… job. Doing my job.”

She shook off the feeling of heightened feminine arousal. Mia went back to work as she normally would, rinsing his hair free of product. She could feel the heat rise inside her like someone had lit a fire. She had to get control of herself. This was not the woman she was. But here, with the man of her fantasies, she couldn’t control her thoughts or her hormones.

If he said he wanted to take her right then over the shampoo bowl, she would bend over and give him full access to devour every inch of her. Knowing this, she stepped back, needing to get a grip on her desires.

“Relax here for a second. Let me get the shave towels. Mr. Evans, this is on the house, by the way. Don’t you dare try to pay,” she said grabbing a straight razor from her black leather hip pouch.

Cyrus looked up with a slight cringe. “Are you going to shave me too?”

“I’m just going to shape up your beard a little. Mr. Evans, we are the most high-end salon in the local area. I give my clients the red-carpet treatment, even when they aren’t the most amazing wrestlers in IWX. You’re safe in my hands,” she winked with a sassy flip of the blade in her hand.

She put a hot towel on his face and finished up the shampoo. He was slightly moaning in a more relaxed way now as she manipulated the warm towel over his face.

Mia had worked extra hard to impress him. How often do you get a celebrity in your salon, after all?

“You have amazing hands, sweet Mia.” He said in a sweet but seductive tone.

She smiled, seeing it relaxed him and enjoying it. Once ready for the shave, her razor swiped over his face like a pro. Quick and precise movements that would make any barber proud. When she finished shaping up the lines of his beard, she led him back to the front of the salon.

“Just a trim?”

Mia swelled in pride while everyone in the salon watched on. She had done makeup for female local celebrities and reality stars before, but not one this famous. Never in the watchful eyes of her salon clients. If anything, it would bring a lot of attention to the little hometown business.

“Just trim up around the ears and neck. Little off the length. I have to look good for my date tonight.” Cyrus smiled at her through the mirror as Mia ran her fingers through his wavy, dirty blonde locks.

Her eyes wandered up the tattoos that led up his arms and to his neck. Following up his broad shoulders, to his neck, across his jawline, and resting on his smiling dark eyes. Their eyes met, and she felt like the world had brought her an angel.

As Mia placed a fresh dry cutting cape over Cyrus’ shoulders, she noticed the prominent scar across the side of his face. She ran her finger over the scar, looking up at him through the mirror. A sadness came across his face as he looked away, not making eye contact. She could see the hurt in his eyes and went back to work.

Maybe he was self-conscious about them? To her, they were glorious.

“I like your hair this way. I’m glad you’re keeping it. Since you had your makeover a few years ago, you can see your nice eyes now. The hipster hat you always wore covered them up.”

“Thanks. Isis and Holly say all the facial hair was just hiding me.”

“I agree. I can see you smile more now too. It’s nice. So, who’s the lucky lady you’re taking on this special date? Anyone, I know?” She flirted.

He looked back up at her through the mirror, “Well, I asked this cute little stylist out to dinner, but she still hasn’t given me her answer yet.”

“Hmm? I would say it would thrill her to go out with such a handsome man. Honored really.” She went to trim his hair, beaming with joy as she worked. Once done, she showed Cyrus her work.

“Wow! This looks good. Better than the IWX stylist, at the show. I never get the royal treatment there. Just a quick trim and pushed out the door. Thank you. So, about that date?”

Cyrus got up and adjusted his button-up black shirt and dusted off his matching dress slacks. Cyrus had a bad boy demeanor, but he was very pristine as well. It was clear every woman in the room was checking him out. He liked to look good and knew that he was a draw to the ladies, even though he worried about his scars.

“I need to go to my place and freshen up before we go anywhere if you don’t mind? It’s just a block away. I don’t want to go out with all my clients’ hair on me. Is that all right?” she asked.

“Did you drive here or walk? Any good places to eat around? I’m starving,” Cyrus asked.

“I walked. There is a bistro under my apartment. They have different things from around the world. The place has amazing food. Best place in town.” Mia took off her smock. “Let me get my assistant to help me clean up.”

“Sounds good. Should we walk? It’s a nice day?”

She smiled and agreed.

“Lead the way. I’m at your mercy.”

Mia blushed to the tips of her ears as they exited the salon. This was the best day of her life.