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I laugh. Silly men. Yeah, that didn’t last past taking down the last ornament. Had I let that go on I would be the size of a house with nothing to do but pop out babies and give good head.
I reach for the open sign, ready to close my little boutique down for the day when a blonde-haired chick walks in.
She’s wild-eyed and I immediately recognize the energy swarming around her. She is running from someone.
She gives me a sincere smile and leans in a little as if to whisper a secret. I do the same and it’s like we’ve been besties forever. It’s weird as fuck. I don’t do friends. But this chick I like.
“I was wondering if you could help me. I wanna surprise my boyfriend. Give him a taste of something…I don’t know. Maybe brunette? I like the long black-haired wig you have in the back, too. I’m thinking we could use a little spice.” She fingers the ends of her honey-colored hair and her pretty-in-pink smile turns sensual.
She produces a black credit card like she’s accustomed to it doing the talking for her. But it’s the jittery energy in her eyes that has me taking the card and moving faster.
She takes a quick look over her shoulder when the bell goes off over the front door.
Eyes covered in dark aviators seem to locate her quickly.
“All is cool here.” She gives a cute, innocent wave that the men watching over her seem to buy. Dumb asses.
“Sorry about that.”
I wave off the exchange. “I think I can help you. I’m Nyx, by the way.”
“Belle. Thank you, Nyx. That black-haired wig. Do you think you could help me slide into it? Oh, and that dress.” She points to a pretty black number with an impossibly low-cut front and no sleeves. I peer over my shoulder at her. A kinky fun night with the mister is not what this girl is after. But it’s none of my business.
A few minutes in the changing room and I have my client turning in front of the mirror. Her breasts look like they’ll pour out of the top any second and if the edge of the dress rides up any farther everyone will see far more than they bargained for.
I connect eyes with Belle over her shoulder as the faux midnight strands of hair cascade down to her waist.
“You like?”
“It’s perfect,” I answer with a smile.
“It’s not fastened with glue, so be careful. You whip it around like a crazy lady and it will fall off.”
Our gazes connect in the mirror. “Understood. No crazy head movements. Check.”
She looks at me a second longer and asks, “You didn’t happen to see a gaggle of men in black suits still out there anywhere, did you?”
I take her credit card when she passes it to me. “You mean the dudes in the mandatory black shades? How do they see through those things?”
Belle groans and nods. “Right?”
“Yep. That’s them. They are all still lined up out front. I can’t imagine you get to have any fun around them.”
I lean against the changing room’s door and cross my arms. “Listen, this whole working-girl look you’re going for…I get what you’re doing. The security detail and the need to get away. Mine is sitting across the street in an SUV. I have my stories. Working here isn’t exactly looked upon nicely by the three men in my life. But boundaries, ya know.”
She looks at me like someone my age couldn’t possibly have stories.
“My brother hasn’t learned what boundaries are yet. Any suggestions on how to get outta here without them knowing? They already know all my moves; I need fresh inspiration.”
I crook a freshly painted finger in her direction, “Follow me.”
I take my hand and we quietly slide out a side exit that leads into a short alley behind my boutique.
I jerk my chin toward the north entrance. “You can grab a cab that way fairly quickly. But you’ll need cash.”
I shove a roll of bills into her hand. It’s not mob money if that is what you are thinking. It’s money that comes from me. I know what it’s like to need help and not really know where to turn.
“Wow, I don’t need all this.”
