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Chapter Eight
Evie
I’m already awake when my alarm goes off. Rolling over, I turn it off and sigh. I managed to get four hours of sleep, and I’m going to pay for it after standing on my feet all day. I dread the aches and pains to come, but I’m excited to get to work again. It feels good to know I’ll be earning my own money, and in turn, bring my boy home, all because of Lexi. Maybe I’ve had her all wrong. Maybe she really is my friend.
Thinking of Lexi leads to thoughts of Louis. Last night seems like a dream. I remember him clearly, but the events that led to me wanting to leave are fuzzy.
I found him fascinating as I watched him handle and defuse the impending situation. He stood in the middle of a group of angry lads and the two men he knew, and with just his words, had them backing off. I didn’t catch what he said, but it must’ve been something bad, because in my experience, when a group of men are looking to fight, they don’t stop, especially knowing they have the numbers.
I didn’t want the night to end when it did, but when it comes to bringing Thomas home, I won’t let anything stand in the way of it. It would’ve been so easy to sit there and continue our conversation, because as nervous as I am around him, I find him attractive, easy to talk to, and even a little mysterious. Actually, attractive doesn’t come close to how good-looking he is. I like his tattoos, his broad shoulders, and the snug fit of his jeans. I even like the way he wears his beanie. Everything about him turns me on. Since having Thomas, I’m not careless, reckless, or carefree. I’m a mother with responsibilities that I take very seriously. But in bed, I can be anyone I want to be.
Slipping my hand under the sheets, I imagine him on my doorstep, telling me he enjoyed spending time with me. Only this time, he doesn’t walk away. He leans in and kisses me. Sliding my hand into my underwear, I rub my fingers over my clit, letting my imagination turn to fantasy. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he carries me into the house and slams me up against the wall, grinding his erection against me. I start to rub harder, then slip my fingertips into my entrance, coating them with my arousal. Pushing them deeper, I finger fuck myself to the images of Louis carrying me up to my room, unbuttoning his jeans, and freeing his dick. Keeping my eyes closed, I pump harder when he climbs up and over me onto the bed and slams into me. My orgasm washes over me, and I shudder under the sheets, riding my release until I’m spent.
Louis Mitchell is trouble, that’s for sure. Trouble that excites me. But because of Thomas, that trouble has me wanting to step back.
I had eight walk-ins today, and five of those booked in, wanting me for their next appointment.
For my first day, it’s gone better than I’d hoped for. I sweep up after my last client and sigh in relief when Carla flips the sign over to closed. Besides Carla, there’s Sally and Veronica who work here, and they’ve all been so nice to me. I can already feel this place is going to be a good fit for me.
“You survived,” Carla sings.
“My feet are killing me, but it feels so good.”
She laughs. “That’ll wear off soon enough.”
“True.”
Sweeping the clippings into the dust pan, I organize my station and collect my handbag from the back office.
“See you tomorrow,” Carla calls out as I walk through the salon.
“See ya.” Before I get to the door, I turn around and add, “I know Lexi had a part in you hiring me, but I want to thank you for taking a chance on me. It means a lot.”
Her grin is tight at first, but soon turns warm and welcoming.
“You work as hard every day as you did today, I’ll never regret it.”
I walk out of the salon with a smile on my face. I couldn’t be happier with my first day—my new start. I suddenly come to a stop when I see Louis leaning against his car. He’s the last person I expected to see, yet I’m not surprised. He seems to be everywhere I turn these days.
“How was your first day?” he asks.
“It was good. Long, but good.”
His stare, as usual, weighs me down, and my cheeks heat as I remember what I was doing this morning with him in mind.
“Let me take you to dinner.”
“Uh, I don’t know…”
“You’ve got to eat, right? Why not eat with me?”
Maybe one dinner will be okay? Plus, I am hungry.
“Will we be disturbed again?”
The corner of his mouth raises into a smirk, and I’m done for. It’s only a matter of seconds before I agree to go to dinner with him.
“Not tonight,” he promises, and I nod.
