Claiming Red: The O'Connell Family(4)
“Hey dude, you don’t even know me, so stay the fuck out of my personal business.” I am pretty bullheaded, I guess, but I just couldn’t help it. Maybe it’s a trait I inherited from the mother of the year.
My phone was buzzing with my latest text from Brady. I paused whatever he was going to say next, with my hand. I am sure that pissed him off more, but I was reading the message. Brady knew the banshee would be driving me batty by now. So I texted him back letting him know that I was behaving. I laughed after I read his response: Liar, make sure you dump bleach in her dye.
Mr. ‘Stick up his ass’ was staring at me like I killed his dog or something. Shit, this fuck doesn’t think laughing is acceptable, either. Well fuck him, I am not here to please him.
“Miss Lake, we can give you a nice trim, rinse, and style.” She pointed her head toward the smiling woman in the corner, “Jane over there, will show you how to do your daily make up.”
She winked at me when she noticed handsome staring. She hurried me along to the chair as she turned to handsome and said, “Rick, come, sit in your usual chair.” So he comes here regularly, hmmm interesting, probably gets his nails done too.
My shrew of a mother’s phone started to ring, so she left to take the call; funny I didn’t see her ass again, until handsome had left.
Where I was sitting I could see him through the mirror and, oh boy, he was staring straight at me. I tried to glare at the man who had unnerved me, this Rick character, but he only smiled at me. I wanted to walk over there and ask what his problem was, but that was when the dark haired pixie came to me.
“Rick is right. Your hair is a perfect shade of red and shouldn’t be messed with. I think you just need a fresh cut and style. You are naturally pretty, so we are just going to flush it out, so you will look great for your man.” She talked to me about the style that would fit me and could be easily maintained for an amateur like me. I didn’t correct her about the man because it was obvious, by the change from a stare to a glare, he had heard our conversation. I liked her, but I didn’t like that Rick character very much.
“Come. Let’s give you a wash and then we can start on the cut.” She smiled again and felt comfortable well as comfortable as one could be with a man of his magnitude staring at me.
Truthfully it felt great to have someone wash my hair for me. Then she put some treatment in my hair for some reason or other. I don’t know what it was, but hell if I cared. I was going to get my head massaged again, once it was time to rinse. I sat up and waited, with this goop in my hair, as he approached. Claire sat him down in the chair next to me, to wash his hair. Handsome smiled at me before she laid him back and started his wash. I wanted to gut punch her for touching him like that, for some odd reason. His smile told me he enjoyed the massage. I wondered what their relationship was, they were awfully friendly with each other, for just a customer-client relationship.
I tried not to look at him when she finished his wash. She rinsed him and led him back to his seat and started his cut his short dark hair. He could still see me through the mirror I realized. I had been caught staring. Hell, if I gave a fuck, he started it. I don’t know why he came in to get a cut his hair was great the way it was. She came back to me, leaving him mid cut, to rinse my hair out. She was working hard, I guess handsome didn’t tolerate waiting well. Once she sat me back in the chair and let my think hair towel dry, she went back over to him.
She finished his hair in like two minutes. She gave him a final look over, dusted off his shirt and ran her hands through his hair.
“Are you picking me up tonight for dinner?” I could hear their conversation and I was not liking the way it was going.
“Of course Claire.”
“Rick, you look handsome as always.” The dark pixie turned to me, “I will walk this guy out, and then I will be back to get over here.”
“See you later Red.” He winked at me and walked away with his hand on the small of her back. I felt my heart race in complete and utter jealousy, I don’t know why. They were having an intimate conversation and I was so irritated with myself. I can’t wait until this date tomorrow; I need to get my mind away from a taken man. I didn’t like the reaction he was bringing out in me, but I still watched as he put his suit jacket back on and walked out the door, into the summer sun.
Chapter 3: Rick
She is so beautiful that I couldn’t help, but stare. I looked at my fire queen siting over there, with her hair wrapped in a towel, as I tried to have a conversation with Claire. My thoughts were all over the place. I pictured her just out of the shower after I pounded into her. She was still glaring; she had been glaring at me the entire time Claire was cutting my hair. I could see her glaring at me for driving into her too hard, but she would get used to it because for some reason I wanted to punish her sweet ass. Keep glaring, Red, at least I knew I affected her.