She put his head under the faucet and shampooed his hair thoroughly, while strange psychological currents eddied around them. He smelled just as good as he had yesterday morning, a little muskier because the day had worn on. The scent was a combination of soap, deodorant and a curiously citrusy fragrance—heady, refreshing and expensive. She wondered if it was a custom blend.
It felt distinctly weird to be running her fingers over this man’s scalp, massaging it, when he’d said the things he’d said to her. The forced proximity to someone she wanted to keep her distance from was uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, she did her job, keeping the shampoo out of his eyes and working it in and out of his hair twice before conditioning it.
The guy even looked handsome upside down, whereas most people looked ridiculous with their jowls jostling their eyelids.
Finally, finally, she was done, and she wound a towel around his head. Usually a shampoo girl would have done all this, but they were, after all, trying to protect his privacy.
She sat him back down in the chair, removed the towel and combed his hair neatly into a side part. She reached for a blow-dryer, but he put his hand on her arm. “No, thanks. I don’t want it all fluffy and sprayed into place like plastic.”
“Okay. Then—I guess we’re done here, as long as you like the color.”
“I like it,” Jack told her. “But you and I aren’t done by a long shot.”
She eyed him coolly, saying nothing, even though his calm arrogance irritated her.
“Will you have dinner with me?”
“Jack, I’m honored. I really am. But…let me just say that your reputation precedes you.”
He got that sheepish expression on his face once again. “I know they call me The Hammer.”
“Yeah. And I’m sure you have no idea why. Sorry, but I’m not up for, um, a quickie. To put it bluntly.”
“I keep trying to tell you that it’s not like that. Really.”
She just looked at him.
“Kiss me, Marly. If you don’t feel anything, then I’ll walk right out of here and I won’t bother you again. On the other hand, if you do—and I’m counting on you to be honest, here—then you go to dinner with me one night this week.”
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