Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Heat flushes through my body. What the hell is wrong with me? The groan escapes before I can stop it. “Okay, so let’s start over. Olivia, I’m Jason, and I’ve been told I need a haircut. I’d appreciate it if you fix me up. Whatever you think would look good will be fine. I promise to sit here and keep my mouth shut.”
She’s back to touching me, and I hold my hand perfectly still so she doesn’t move away. “I don’t want you to keep your mouth shut. I actually like hearing your voice. It’s soothing.”
I sit up a little straighter, and when she starts to talk again, her voice is low and she's right next to my ear. “I’m going to touch you now.”
It’s like a little kick to my chest when she says it. And even though she warned me, I’m not ready when she puts her hands through my hair and drags her nails along my scalp. I groan and then suck in a breath to stop myself. Fuck, that feels good.
“You have beautiful, thick hair. Can I wash it?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. Hell, at this point, she can ask for anything and I’d give it to her.
She starts talking, giving me a play-by-play of everything she’s doing. She puts a cape over me. “I’m going to spin you around. My wash bowl is right here so you can stay in your seat. I’m going to wash you up, give you a good condition, and then start with the cut.”
I feel the chair spin and the sound of water turning on. The back of my seat starts to descend and I don’t fight it; I lie back and let it take me until I’m lying flat on my back. Olivia is right beside me, and I feel the warmth of her body as she leans over me.
I completely clear my mind and focus on the feel of her hands on my head. She ignites something inside me, and my body readily reacts. When my manhood twitches in my jeans, my body jerks.
She puts a hand on my chest. “You okay?”
I nod my head because I don’t trust my voice. I move my arms from the armrest and let them slide down my body and grip my hands together, hoping to hide my ever-growing erection under the cape.
That’s all I need is to come off as some kind of pervert or something. Fuck, how is this my life? For two years, I thought that part of me was broken and now, here in the middle of town, surrounded by a roomful of women, I discover my cock still works. Fuck.
I’m not going to make it through this. She keeps talking as she washes my hair, and I can’t concentrate on anything except trying to keep my mind off how she’s making me feel.
I’m about to tell her I’m done when she turns the water off, thank fuck.
She towel-dries my hair and sits me up, and I feel the chair spin. She talks to me, telling me step by step what she’s doing. When I’m upright, I start to breathe a little easier.
“So, Jason, tell me about you.”
“I’m blind,” I tell her.
I swear she swats at me with the comb in her hand. “Right. I got that, but I want to know about you.”
I let out a shaky breath. “There’s not much to tell.”
She chuckles, and I don’t know if it’s just me, but her voice drops sexily. “I don’t believe that. I bet you have an exciting life.”
When I don’t answer her, she continues, “What do you like to do in your spare time?”
I don’t answer her because I feel like all my time is spent in therapy or doctor’s appointments, and I’m definitely not going to get into that.
“Oookay,” she draws out. “Well, it’s obvious you like to work out.” She squeezes my arm, and I flex automatically. She laughs, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Okay, fine. You didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you. I like to cook, love to eat and learn new hairstyles, and people tell me that I talk too much.”
“You don’t.” I shake my head. “I mean, you don’t talk too much. I like hearing you talk.”
“Well….” she says as she massages her fingers into my head again.
I lean into it, and she pauses for a minute and then starts rubbing again. I feel like a damn cat as I nuzzle into her hand.
My cock is betraying me again, twitching in my pants, and I sit up, holding my body stiffly. Fuck, I’m like a freak or something.
The energy is buzzing all around me, and I can barely sit still, but I don’t dare move. I can hear the sound of the scissors against the side of my head as Olivia continues to cut my hair.