He looks at her. Everything he has done is perfectly normal! Sex His comment feels ripe with innuendo, but she can’t figure out what he is implying. Next, he does the same with his breath. —
He is at the desk, his eyes locked on hers, relaxed, amused. The image in her mind suddenly changes. Is he making it happen more often, or is she just noticing it more with him? That evening, she is standing at his door about to knock. There was no way he was picturing any of that. A flush runs through her at the thought. They reach her barber’s chair. Stop reading anything into it. It is at the small of her back. It tingles in alarm and anticipation. Back at the register she rings him up. He comes around to the front and pulls the shoulder straps down her arms, then pulls her bra out from under her shirt. He is finding ways to touch her hips, waist, any part of her that is nearby. But because of their demeanor, their distaste at the thought of being waited on. She had never known that so little sensation could cause such a strong reaction in her.
