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"Spiffy haircut."
Jasper stands and passes me $60, thinks better of it, says, "Fuck it," and hands me an additional $60.
"What's this?" I laugh.
"Alice. Navel. Nipples. Other…places." He falls into his chair and exhales loudly.
I lean forward, palms on his desk. "What the hell kind of haircut did you get, Jasper Whitlock?"
He waves me off. "Just the regular kind, mostly." His smile broadens. "With a healthy flash of skin à la carte."
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head judgmentally. "I don't know what kind of an establishment they're running over there."
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"I know, right? Have you seen Carlisle? It's like someone flipped his 'on' switch. You should've seen him floating out of that shampoo chair. Post-orgasmic blissed-out grin and didn't care who saw it." Jasper smiles at the memory.
"So, what? He's dating the shampoo girl now?"
"Yeah! Tomorrow actually," Jasper marvels. "And I'm seeing Alice Thursday."
"Well, hot damn," I answer.
"Hot damn, what?" Both our heads turn to Emmett in the doorway. "Nice style, Jas. Bella do that?"
"No, man, I got my own."
Hand on hip, Emmett scowls. "How come I'm the only one without a hot hairdresser?"
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Jasper chuckles. "I think you'll have to talk to your wife about that, Em."
"Aw shit, you know Rosie'll never go for it. I'm barber shop bound for the rest of my hairy days."
Emmett looks so miserable I have to stifle a laugh.
"Aside from marriage counseling, what can we do for you?" Jasper asks.
"I came to talk to Edward about this new bed. The curved headboard's a bitch. Fucker's gonna snap right off unless we can find some cost-effective way to reinforce it from below."
"Let's go take a look," I offer, heading out of Jasper's office.
A/N: Aww, poor Em. The rest of his hairy days might be a long time! XXX ~BOH