She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know
It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead

Darlin', give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to their hair, shoulder length or longer
Here, baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair

(Song is Hair)

"Hi, Robin! What a surprise to see you today. Are you here for a cut or here to see the boss' lady?" Jefferson asked.

Robin simply ran his hands through his hair.

"Okay, handsome. Take a seat and Belle will be with you shortly." The flamboyant Jefferson gleefully said as he eyed Robin like his next meal. Jefferson had told his sister several times what a fine specimen Robin was. The best was when he had asked Robin if he would ever consider switching sides. With the women trouble he had been having lately that didn't seem like a bad idea. Robin chuckled as he shook his head, no he hadn't given up on women. He just wanted a freaking break from all the scandalous bitches he had been dealing with. And they say men are dogs, some of these women put men to shame.

"Thanks, Jefferson. Is there a long wait? I know I'm a day early, but I got called out of town unexpectedly." Robin looked over to see Belle, he smiled and waved. When he turned back to look at Jefferson, he was looking at Robin provocatively.

"My sister would murder me if I let it get cut by someone else." Robin wasn't kidding, this shop was her baby and she was doing great. She would cut her big brother with shears if he even dared to consider going somewhere else. He wouldn't of course, she was his sister and besides she was a genius when it came to scissors.

"That's for sure. I know my heart would be crushed if I didn't get my fill in every two weeks." Jefferson said as he bit his lower lip looking at Robin.

Robin just shook his head, as he thought how the man never quit. "Are you ever going to give it up?"

"Are you?" Jefferson asked with raised brows.

"No, you are never going to get it. I don't swing that way."

"Ah, sweetie. You never know until you try it." Jefferson said with a wink.

"It's not going to work. No matter how much these women piss me off, they still get me off. Nice try, but will it be a long wait?" Robin knew that with Jefferson you had to reel him back in to the topic at hand.

"It's a little busy. Belle has one client before you."

Robin thought that depending on how long it might take, he might go out and get his laptop. He could be able to finish some more work, everyone that knew him knew how he hated wasting time.

"Hey handsome! What are you doing here? It's Thursday, right?" Belle asked as she walked up to Robin and gave him a great big hug.

Robin loved his baby sister. She was the most laid back, hard worker he had ever seen. They came from a very wealthy family, but that hadn't stopped her from making something of herself when all their parents had wanted to do was spoil her rotten. Robin was their son, spoiling him had been out of the picture. Robin too, had worked hard all his life, by the age of twenty-two and fresh out of college, he had already developed his own computer company, but he had also known that his family were there if he needed them. Now at the ripe old age of twenty-seven he was set for the future.

"Yes, but I'm going out of town tomorrow." Robin hated business trips, when a client wanted to meet on their turf it was meant to unsettle you. But Robin had been doing this since he cut teeth. Making deals was in his blood now. He had learned the art of deal making from his father.

"Oh, Robin. I'm sorry but my next client just walked in and they are looking at cuts and colors, so it will be awhile." She tilted her head to a woman along with a young man. Robin decided to wait, and after a trip to his car to retrieve his laptop, he went and had a seat in one of Belle's cozy ass chairs. She always joked she got them for her beloved brother and her more impatient clients, but Robin knew she got them for him.

As he was typing away, something caused Robin to look up to the two in front of him, "Regina, heavens, you are never going to find a man dressed like this."

Regina? What he had first thought was a boy, definitely was not. As she lifted her head to talk to the other woman, all thought left Robin's brain as the blood headed south, leaving no room for thinking straight. The young boy, sure wasn't a young boy after all, even though her clothes said otherwise. She was wearing a baseball cap, jeans and a plain tee-shirt under a cotton grey zip up hoodie and sneakers.

Robin was captivated as if she was in an evening dress, all did up ready for the red carpet.

Her eyes sparkled in anger, a vibrant brown before she turned to the woman who had been talking to her and said, "Mal, I don't need to find a man. Shouldn't you be worrying about me finishing my college education before you get me married off and knocked up?"

She stood up, walked over to the coffee table, and slammed the book down on top of it. As the magazine hit the wooden surface, Robin felt like he got sucker punched in the gut. It was also a huge turn on.

Robin had to say that being dressed like a boy wasn't hurting her chances with the guys. Even with her tomboyish look, she was causing his 'little archer'. He was ready to carry her off over his shoulder and to the nearest hotel room for a month. Her clothes did little to conceal the figure she had underneath them. He could see the ponytail pulled through her cap, he smiled to himself at his wisdom in waiting.

"It's all about timing." He mumbled to himself.

He wanted to watch as she removed her cap and reveal that sultry dark hair of hers; which had the promise to be full and beautiful.

He watched as she looked around to see if anyone noticed her outburst. Finally her eyes locked on his, he had caught her attention and held it. Robin groaned slightly at seeing her full on, she had the most beautiful eyes, set on her stunning and fair skinned face. She looked at him; stunned at first, but when he didn't stop staring she looked as if to ask him what his problem was.

Robin thought that he would tell her what his problem was, it was her!

Her and her gorgeous face, free spirit, were calling to him in a way he had never expected. He was about to say something when he heard her mother say, "Regina, you have a date tomorrow. You need to impress him, he is wealthy and you have the body made for sin and you choose to dress like a slob."

Wow, Robin thought. Her friend was something else, she must have been giving the women he dated lessons. She was nothing more than a gold digger.

"Mal, I can't believe the things that come out of your mouth. Do you think he is going to fall in love with me when he sees me?"

"He might. But, not with you dressed like that. Now, have you and that Colter pup been sleeping together? Gods, I hope not, if you sleep with him you'll fall in love and want his babies. Why he doesn't have one hundred bucks in savings I'll wager. Just like his parents."

"Mal, you are such a judgmental-"

Robin then decided to intervene. He walked up to the two women. Her friend was a bitch, but he wanted the stunning Queen to take her anger out on him instead. He liked her fiery attitude anyways.

"Excuse me ladies, could you quit the bickering? I've got things to do and I'm after you." The brunette glared at him as if she wanted to char him to a crisp right now. Those eyes of hers said it all and more, they were that expressive. Robin liked a challenge.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, asshole. I am so done here, so you can get your cut and wax, you preppy metrosexual ass."

Robin thought how he would enjoy putting her over his knee and spanking her ass for that. Metrosexual ass, did she have to use sexual now? He was fighting an erection since looking at her. He walked up to her, only inches from her face and whispered, "Watch your mouth, my Queen."

"Why? You're watching it enough for the both of us. I don't know who you think you are, or how you think you can get off, but you can't tell me what to do."

Robin smiled as he looked at her, she was a piece of work he was going to enjoy taming. She was a piece of work, all woman and attitude. He watched the blush start to form on her face as he whispered, "Oh I plan to get off, and you better be ready too."