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Eva Gale’s Romance Novel 101 Degrees Fahrenheit
At the freshest day of the summer season kathy robert’s airconditoner breaks at her barber store, top notch headz, and she or he nevertheless has one more customer. It’s hot and sticky, but he is now not going anywhere.
And he wants extra than a trim.
About Eva Gale
Eva gale loves white cupcakes with bitter chocolate frosting, lots of darkish roast coffee and 6-foot piles of books. She would choose them , but she takes what she will be able to get. She lives inside the farmlands of nj, along with her husband and seven kids whom they homeschool. They have got one doofus doberman, a yellow naped amazon named gizmo, cats and two blackberry hamsters named mac and pc however are looking to upload chickens, guinea hens, bees and lancashire heelers to their series. While she’s no longer guiding college, she’s writing, weeding the lawn or doing infinite masses of dishes and laundry.
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“Shit! I can’t believe this!” Kathy Roberts screeched at the broken air conditioner jutting out of the wall. She smacked the archaic machine one more time for good measure before she walked away.
Her last customer at Great Headz Barber looked at her with a smirk.
“Murphy’s Law right?” she said as she put down the buzzer and walked to prop open the front door with a brick. Hot air wafted in and it felt as if she’d opened an oven door. She coughed.
“This heat wave sucks,” the man said. “Too hot to do anything.”
At one hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit, the sweat trickled down the back of her neck and between her breasts in minutes. The short pieces of hair that came off the buzzer stuck to her making her itch and wish for a cool shower. She sauntered back over to her counter and picked up the buzzer, flipping it on.
“Yeah, just my luck too, that stupid thing crashing. At least you’re my last customer today, and I’m almost done. Just a few minutes more. I have to head over to my sister’s for a BBQ tonight, so I decided to close up early today. Too hot anyway.” She passed the comb over the crown of his head, lifting it up for the man’s flat-top. He’d been in many times before and got better looking each time she saw him. The crinkles around his eyes were more pronounced this time, and he now had some silver at his temples. Not much, just a smattering.
She glanced at his neck and shoulders as she trimmed the hair at his nape. The clippers revealed pale skin as hair fell away, leaving a dark tan-line. He probably worked outside. His shoulders were broad under the barber cape, and his fingers and nails were banged.
“So what do you do?” She hated such general questions, but some men never liked to chitchat while they got their hair done.
“I’m a mechanic.”
“Over on the corner at the Mobil station.”
“I thought with your tan you worked outside.”
“No, I’ve owned the place for thirteen years now. I got the tan at the beach last week.”
“Must be hell this week working in there. All those fumes.”
“Yeah.” He wiped his hands on the black nylon cape.
“So,” he paused, “How’d you come up with the name for your shop?”
She chuckled. Every man got around to asking her that. It always made for some sparky conversation.
“Well, I was inspired. A double entendre, you know? I figured guys would like the name, and I’m a barber.”
She caught glimpses of his face in the mirror while she spoke to watch his reaction. He was adorable. His hair lay thick and dark brown, his Levi’s hung low enough to make her check him out when he walked in. She watched the corner of his mouth hitch. He wanted to ask her more, she saw the questions flowing in his eyes. Kathy could tell when he made a decision and gathered his courage. His shoulders heaved with a deep breath.
“So which one are you great at?”
Wow. She never thought he’d be so bold.
“Well, I’d like to think both.” She grinned at him in the mirror and his eyes met hers. He moved his head up and she clipped a divot at his neck.
“Ahh—now look what you made me do. I’ll have to fix that. It’ll only take a minute more to blend that in.” She reached over his head to grab the comb and he turned his head and nosed her breast. She gasped, then cleared her throat to hide her shiver.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Funny, but he didn’t look one bit sorry. He looked quite pleased with a mischievous gleam in his eye. It didn’t help that she wore a thin camisole for a shirt. She met his eyes in the mirror and shook her head at him. She loved the lightning shock that bolted through her body, delicious with longing even though he was a stranger. A gorgeous stranger. She wondered if she could tell him to do it again. A faint smell of soap and sweat drifted to her and she wanted to smell all of him.
Always the good girl, she played it safe. “You’re bad, now stop before you make me mess up again.” She took a fine comb and with a few passes blended in the hole a bit, but
it still showed if you looked close enough. She caught a peek at herself in the mirror, her nipples plainly showed through the shirt.
She swung the chair around so he faced her, and started to take a bit more off the front to even it all out after the mistake. Leaning over to trim his bangs she saw his pupils dilate as he eyed her breasts. She shivered again, and tried to concentrate on what she was doing. The tension he radiated made her senses bristle.
Finally Kathy clicked the buzzer off and reached over to put it down—and felt his moist hot mouth fasten around her nipple. Zings of tension made her thighs clench. The silk of the cami and the lace of her demi-bra weren’t much of a barrier. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stifled a moan.
She pulled back, out of reach of his mouth. Even though the air was hot, it chilled the wetness of her shirt and made her nipple peak harder.
“I think you’d better leave.” Her voice sounded raspy to her own ears.
“I don’t think you want me to. I think you liked that.” He leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer. “Your eyes tell me you did.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. Go. Now.”
“What if I want to stay?”
“Get the hell out.” She stepped back and put her hands on her hips.
“I’ll leave if you let me kiss you for one minute.”
“You are not amusing. If you’re still here when I count to five I’m going to call the cops.”
She opened her eyes to watch him saunter back to her. She loved what she saw.
He had a rough walk. A walk filled with self-confidence. He should feel good, the way he looked. His arms were big and wiry under his tee shirt and his jeans slung low on his hips. He looked at her with a question, as if he expected her to bolt out the back, and she should.
She should. But she didn’t want to.
The urge to flee was almost as strong as the anticipation of staying. Both emotions made her skin thrum.
“I’ve never done this before.” Her voice came out a whisper.
“Then it’s a first for both of us.”
“You’re too cute to not have women fall at you.”
“I never take them up on it. I like to make the first move.”
“Oh.” She looked up at him and he kissed the tip of her nose.