She was at the front desk, bent over, rummaging through a purse filled with what looked like nail polish when they arrived at the studio.
Khaleed looked around, taking in the studio. The walls were painted in a soft pastel, pronounced with a framic artwork connecting an elegant touch. An unconscious, soothing fragrance of lavender lay down in the air, possibly from the diffuser placed on the counters. Line shelves with organized bottles of nail polish and makeup products shined under the warm glow of pendant lights. Luxurious chairs and shiny marble floors indicated at a place designed for indulgence. It was intimate, inviting, and girly--like the woman standing behind the desk.
She was the only one there, much to his relief. And no, he didn't have stalker tendencies--it would just have been awkward to ask someone else for her, especially since he didn't even know her name.
He couldn't exactly say, "Good morning, I'm here to see the lady who just came in... you know, the one with plump, kissable lips." Even Damon wouldn't say something like that.
"Hi there," he said in a soft but firm voice.
She didn't respond. He stepped closer, knocked on the desk, then quickly stepped back--just in case she was as crazy as Damon had warned.
That got her attention.
She jumped, looking up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Then he noticed the AirPods in her ears--that's why she hadn't heard him.
Jasmine was listening to a BTS playlist while picking out nail polish colors for a client's press-on nail order when he knocked on the desk.
Looking up, she saw the owner of the hand. He wore a red shirt and had a baseball cap pulled low, shielding his face. How long had he been standing there?
Khaleed, realizing she didn't recognize him, pulled off the cap. He watched her expression shift--from recognition to confusion, then finally settling into an impassive mask.
The guy from that night?
There was no way she could forget his face. But why was he here? She pulled out her AirPods to hear him.
"Good morning," he said, his deep, smooth voice sexy and distracting.
Maybe he's here for a mani-pedi--men take care of their nails too, she thought. Or maybe a facial... just not the kind we offer here. The voice in her head cackled.
She shook her head as if to stop the dirty thoughts. Woah, where did that come from?
"Good morning. How can I help you?" she asked in a polite tone reserved for customers.
Damon snickered, and that's when she noticed him too. Also good-looking.
Khaleed turned to Damon with a raised brow, silently asking what was so funny. Damon just smirked and walked out.
I could think of a number of things you could do for me, and they're not makeup-related, Khaleed thought, his lips curving into a smile.
"A lot of things, really. But first--" he drawled, his gaze shifting from her face to the bag of nail polish in her hands.
"Would you like to make an appointment?" Her tone was pleasant, though the impatience was hard to miss.
