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Chapter One

Damian Rule sat in the reception area of the sports-themed hair salon and wondered for the hundredth time why in the hell he continued to come to this place It was inconvenient, far out of the way of both his condo and his don office Further was harsh and a continual streaive a shit about blared from several flat-screen televisions scattered around

As he surveyed the rooed that the employees orked here and the clientele that frequented this establishment weren't the type of people he usually mixed with But he'd come in one day out of desperation for a haircut when he'd been on this side of town, and he'd been co back ever since True, the stylist here did a fairly decent job, but certainly not so a that he couldn't do without her

As the woet hi and ruan, Damian tuned her out and let his eyes wander around the part of the room that he could observe from the reflection in the mirror

He didn't see what he was looking for right away, but he continued to watch the mirror The place was busy; it alas Several styliststo cuts, or leading customers to and from the row of sinks After a few ence was rewarded with a slight ht his attention Ahhhhthere she was

Her dark head was bent over soht of her fe in his groin that he felt every tied to hi hiain He didn't come here for the location, or for the stylist who cut his hair, or for the sporting events that were broadcast during business hours It was none of those things

It was the wo at now The stylist who held his attention, the one ent by the naie

Dah his head and let the connotation of the nael

His ht

The girl didn't reseel in any way, shape or form Unless, of course, you counted the fact that she could undoubtedly take him to heaven with those full lips of hers

Fuck

He needed to get her out of his mind; he knew he did But how the hell was he supposed to acco his dick lead him back here every ti her forthat Damian had been able to sit still and only observe her for this long She did shit to his insides, thatfuck He took a deep breath and steeled his guts He didn't want to think about what she did to his insides

Unable to fight the conets drawn to ainst his jeans as he studied her Yeah, an angel, she wasn't In fact, she was possibly just the opposite Although she irl certainly wasn't peaches and crea look of wickedness about her She was a fe to be fucked little devil

She was a hot, slender, gothic mess

She looked to be about ht, maybe smaller, but he couldn't really tell because she alore black platfors beneath the black fishnet stockings look a if she alore short skirts, or if it was just his luck, but every time he saw her, she was in a skirt so short it al her She was totally ah to keep hiet another look at her, over and over again, no ainst it

Each time he walked in here, he expected to find that histricks on hiined the time before