Kingsley exhaled and shook his head. “Steele was right. You are trouble.”
“He lets me cut his hair.”
“He also lets you breathe fire when you’re drunk. His is not an example we should be following.”
Charlotte looked at Kingsley and turned the corners of her mouth down.
“Mon Dieu, don’t pout at me. I can’t resist a beautiful woman pouting. I’ll have to spank you and let you cut my hair.”
“Spanking later. Haircut now. We’ll do it in your bathroom.”
Charlotte threw on her robe and ran to her bedroom. She gathered all her supplies and took them back to Kingsley’s room. Standing in the bathroom, he looked as pathetic as a child who’d lost his dog.
“Shower,” she ordered.
“Only if you join me.”
Charlotte sighed and pulled off her robe again. She’d probably spent as much time naked in King’s house as she had clothed. Kingsley took off his shirt and pants and stepped into his large steam shower. The glass box was so full of steam she could barely see him when she entered. She laughed as he grabbed her and dragged her to him. He kissed her under the water and lifted her up. He pressed her back to the tile wall and penetrated her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pushed her hips into his. She loved how strong he was, loved how easily he could lift her and take her like she weighed nothing.
He drove into her as the water poured over them. She only meant for them to get his hair wet so she could properly cut it. As she climaxed around his hard length, she decided Kingsley was definitely her favorite client of all time.
Kingsley lowered her to the floor and turned her around. He pushed into her from behind. Resting her face against the wall, she relaxed into the wet heat as he buried himself deep inside her and came again. He pulled out and Charlotte turned around.
“On your knees.”
“Charlie, you devil.” Kingsley dropped to the floor. He didn’t seem to mind the position. Taking a fistful of shampoo she washed his hair. He kissed her stomach and hips as she lathered and rinsed his hair.
“None of that. You aren’t going to fuck me until I forget what I’m doing. Up and out,” she said. Kingsley stood up and left the shower. She followed and found a towel and her robe again while Kingsley pulled on his pants without bothering to dry off. God, he looked even better wet than dry. Running out to her bedroom, she found a chair of just the right height. She brought it back, set it in the middle of the bathroom floor and pointed to it.
Kingsley sat in it with obvious reluctance. “I think I’d rather be back in le Légion getting shot at again.”
“If you keep acting like a big baby, I will shoot you. I’ve never known a man so in love with his own hair before. “
“I’m in love with all of me. I’m a very lovable pervert.”
“Well, you’re going to be a very sexy pervert when I’m done with you. Now hold still.”
She combed his hair and made a study of it. It was a good base haircut already, only too long. Clearly he hadn’t gone to see his French barber in some time. She decided to cut it fairly short in the back and leave the top nice and wavy and purposefully disheveled looking.
He recoiled as she brought up her scissors.
“Big baby,” she said again.
“The more you taunt me, the more you’ll pay for it tomorrow.”
“Your punishments are the most fun I’ve had in years. You’re going to have to find a better threat.”
“Any suggestions?”
Charlotte thought about it. She took her first snip of his hair. It fell in a wet clump to the floor. “I guess you could kick me out earlier than we talked about.”
She saw Kingsley’s face in the mirror turn. The mask of the playful pervert temporarily dropped.
“I will not kick you out, Charlie. This was a business arrangement, recall? You are here to learn and then meet my client.”
She continued to snip away. “I know. I’m not complaining. I’ve had the time of my life. I’ll just, you know, miss you.”
“I warned you that if you made me take my clothes off, you’d fall in love with me.”
“Don’t get so cocky. I’m not in love with you. I just like you. A lot.”
“You know, you may like my client even more than you like me,” Kingsley said.
“Is he less arrogant than you are?”
“Slightly.”
“Then I probably won’t.”
Kingsley laughed, and she continued her work on him in silence. When she was done with the back of his hair, she moved to the front. She blocked his view of himself in the mirror as she snipped away at the sides and top of his rich brown hair. He had only a hint of a few gray hairs and no balding at all. Along with the arrogance gene, he’d gotten the great hair gene, too. She set her scissors aside and ran her hands through his hair over and over again, tousling it this way and that. She took a tiny dab of hair serum and ran it through his waves.
“Perfect.” Charlotte stepped aside. She watched with anticipation as Kingsley studied himself in the mirror.
“My God,” he said. “I’m even more handsome than I thought.”
Charlotte slapped him on the bottom, and he pulled her into his arms. With his new cut, he looked younger and even more roguish. In fact, he looked very French. Très even.
“Your revenge is complete. You won the game and got to play barber.”
“Stylist,” she corrected. “If I beg, can I get to do one more thing tonight that you never let me do?”
“Beg away. We’ll see how magnanimous I’m feeling.”
“Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?”
Kingsley sighed and kissed her on the forehead. “Charlie, while I adore hurting you, I must admit I don’t actually enjoy hurting you.”
“It’s okay. Thought I’d ask.”
“You may stay with me tonight and every night until you leave,” he said.
She grinned up at him. “Really?”
“Oui. Now take off your clothes and get into my bed. I need to start punishing you for all your insubordination.”
“Yes, sir.” She took off running to the bed. Kingsley came in after her and crawled on top of her.
“Admit it,” she said as he opened her robe and kissed her nipples. “You like me, too.”
“I do. A good barber is so hard to find.”
On her last day at Chez Kingsley, Charlotte woke up alone in his big red bed. She was surprised he was up so early, considering how late they’d stayed up playing and fucking last night.
Tired and lonely, Charlotte showered in Kingsley’s bathroom and dressed. She returned to her own room and packed her things. She had a feeling she’d be back at her own apartment by tomorrow. She’d promised Kingsley she would keep an open mind about his client, whom she would meet tonight. Kingsley had told her very little about him. All she knew was that he was, as Kingsley said, “not unattractive,” “wealthy,” and was “longing for a deeper connection than his previous relationships.” She didn’t know how deeply she could connect with this guy when her heart ached at the thought of leaving Kingsley behind. But he’d trained her well. By now she was used to doing what King told her to do. She’d meet him. She’d give him a chance. And then she’d go back to her old life.
At least she’d have some spectacular memories.
At seven that evening, Kingsley came to her door. His too-handsome face wore a somber expression that pained her to see. They kissed in silence before Kingsley pulled away and whispered, “Time to go.”
Offering her his arm, he escorted her to his Rolls-Royce, and she cried against his shoulder on her way to the restaurant where his client waited.
The Rolls pulled in front and parked. Charlotte wiped her face and gave King a sad smile. “I’m only doing this for you,” she said.
“I know, chérie. But give him a chance. I think you’re exactly what he’s been looking for.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in si
x weeks though, right?” Charlotte straightened her hair and her dress.
He raised his eyebrow at her.
“Your next haircut,” she reminded him.
He smiled. “Bien sûr.”
Charlotte took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant. Old and elegant, it reeked of money, and she felt completely out of place. She gave her name to the maitre d’, who escorted her to a private table in the corner of the restaurant. She didn’t want to eat anything. She didn’t even want a drink. She just wanted to run from the place and straight back into the arms of—
Staring down morosely at the floor, she saw her own face reflected back at her from a pair of riding boots polished to a mirror shine.
Charlotte looked up and smiled at Kingsley’s mysterious “client.”
“Bonjour, monsieur.”
About the Author
Tiffany Reisz is the USA Today bestselling author of the Romance Writers of America RITA®-winning Original Sinners series.
Her erotic fantasy The Red—the first entry in the Godwicks series, self-published under the banner 8th Circle Press—was named an NPR Best Book of the Year and a Goodreads Best Romance of the Month.
Tiffany lives in Kentucky with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer, and two cats. The cats are not writers.
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Previously published by Harlequin Books/Mills & Boon as the separate titles Immersed In Pleasure and Submit to Desire
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