Joy wanted to shake her head. How could she possibly trust a man she had only just met? However, behind him Valerie was nodding furiously her mouth wording ‘go with it’, so pulling a nervous smile to her lips, she nodded, “Sure... I... I trust you” Instantly the man beamed, lifting her hair. “Good. This cut is too... school girl. I want to sophisticate it up... Bring out the goddess in you... Make you sexy”
She wanted to laugh, ‘goddess’... ’sexy’... not words which would ever describe her... What a salesman, but instead she remained silent. “We will give you a fringe, teasing, edgy, will really show off your bone structure, and put in some layers to allow your natural bounce to come through. Joy felt her mouth gape. “Fringe?”, she managed, her eyes unsure, as Sasha waved away her concerned word, twisting her away from the mirror. “You will love it”, he insisted before she was pulled back and her hair washed.
For what seemed a lifetime, Sasha snipped, cut and teased her hair, his eyes focussed on his job, nobody talking. When her hair was finally dried, he used mainly his fingers to fan out the strands, refusing to let her see how she looked until he was finished. Finally he stood back, Valerie beside him nodding in approval, “You look stunning Joy” She smiled as Sasha finally turned her chair back to the mirror. Staring at her reflection, she could hardly believe it was her. The woman in the mirror looked stunning. “Wow”, was all she could manage, her hand gently patting the still-long hair, as her head shifted from side to side before looking at Sasha. “I look... I look... ”, her mind not able to finish the sentence as Sasha grinned. “Like a sexy goddess?”, he filled in for her, Joy laughing as she nodded, “Oh yes... I look like a sexy goddess”, all three laughing.
The young assistant moving into the salon saw Valerie look at Joy with humour clear in her eyes, “Perfect timing, Carig has arrived. That man is not going to know what hit him” Joy chuckled, rising as she hugged Sasha, thanking him. Together the two moved back to Valerie’s boutique, where Carig stood as they entered the small waiting room. As his eyes fell on her, she could see the shock in them, his look trailing down her. “You look... amazing”, he finally managed, Joy flicking a grin at the older woman before adopting a nonchalant air, “Well... hopefully Valerie did a good enough job on your ‘project’”, she sniped back, his mouth quirking as Valerie laughed. “Oh Carig... Nice to see you finally met your match”, before leaning over to give Joy a hug. “Take care my dear... We will have everything delivered to the plane”, before she passed an overnight bag to her. “Some things for your journey”, Joy giving a feeble smile, suddenly everything she had agreed to do seeming so real.
Soon the two were once more back in his car, Carig not able to stop himself staring at her, a slow sensual smile on his features. “Well Miss Reid... You scrub up really well... This might not be the worst thing that ever happened to me after all” With a contemptuous half-laugh, still smarting from his ‘project’ comment, she fixed him with a matronly look. “Like I said in your office Mr Calle, this is a business arrangement... nothing more, do not think that I am about to turn groupie on you” Carig chuckled, his lips twisting into a rueful smile, “Hmmm... I’m thinking I might come to regret saying that to you”, Joy not able to hold back the small laugh as the car pulled out into the traffic.
Having cleared customs, Joy’s eyes widened seeing the plane they moved onto. It was certainly not the small four to six seater she had expected. Instead, it contained several rooms, Carig moving into the main area, her eyes like saucers as she took in the expensive and plush furnishings. She was already in a state of excitement, having found out where they were going, Carig having to tell her as they passed through customs, she stunned to discover that he was needed back in New York, and that they were headed there.#p#分页标题#e#
Exhaling a soft appreciative whistle she slanted an amused smile at him, “Well it is good to be king”, his lips quirking as he nodded, “Well it doesn’t suck, that is for sure”, before becoming more serious. “Actually, I travel around so much, this is like a second office to me” Nodding, she sat on one of the cream chairs he pointed to, fixing her seatbelt, the chair so soft she actually gave a small content groan, his amused look making her sit up straighter. “Although it does seem a waste... Flying this huge thing just to ferry one man around”, she commented.