==8 8 8==
"No, I'm good." He pops out of the chair and follows me to the shampoo basins. Damn, my mouth was already watering imagining him taking his shirt off.
Shampoo Girl bounces toward us eagerly, eyeing Edward like a dog about to receive a Porterhouse bone with all the meat still on it.
I wave her off. "I've got this."
"But the stylists here don't wash…" she attempts desperately. This is not about a tip. This is about the man.
Through tightly clenched teeth, I interrupt, "I'll. Do. This. One." Don't even try to get at this head of hair, bitch.
