his chair so that he was facing her. As she snipped at the front of his hair, he took her scent inside him. Fuck, she smelled good. Really good. It was an honest-to-God struggle not to grab those hips and drag her onto his lap. “What time do you finish work?”
Sighing at the sensual invitation in his tone, Mila twisted his chair so that he was facing the mirror again. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
“But I want you to be the one who takes my virginity.”
Mila tried not to chuckle, and she completely failed. God, she should have sent him to Evander or Archie. Cutting Joel’s hair was hard, although that was mostly because her cat just wanted to rake his face. Cutting Dominic’s hair was equally challenging. He was just so intent on her, as if nothing else existed. He watched every move she made and paid attention on a level that was beyond intense. No one had ever focused so fully on her before—it was both flattering and unnerving. Her cat rather liked it.
Someone so easygoing shouldn’t have such a tremendously forceful personality, but he did. He was just so . . . there. Had such a strong presence—the kind that commanded attention.
Dominic wasn’t someone who would ever fade into the background. She really wished he would. Because right then, the air between them was so sexually charged, it was almost stifling. His blatantly lethal sensuality beat at her composure, and it was a sheer wonder that her hands didn’t shake.
“We’d have fun, Mila.”
“We should stick to being strangers with sexual tension,” she said, focusing on the line where the clipper cut met the scissor cut, blending that border by combing sections of his hair upward and snipping off any ends that poked out of the fine-tooth comb. “Since I doubt you’re short of offers from women, it shouldn’t bother you.”
“I’m finding that it does.”
She rolled her eyes. “That’s just because I turned you down. I’m guessing that doesn’t happen a lot.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
Conceited bastard. “I’ll bet you’re one of those guys who gives his cock a name.”
“I call mine ‘the truth.’”
“The truth?”
“Because women can’t handle it.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “God, you’re weird.” Putting down the scissors, she combed out the lingering hair clippings. He vetoed styling products, so she spritzed his hair one last time and then styled it how he liked it. “Almost done.” Removing the attachment from the clippers, she then trimmed his neck and sideburns. She took a moment to review her work and, satisfied that she hadn’t missed any spots, used a hair dryer and small brush to sweep away hair clippings from his neck.
Grabbing the handheld mirror, she held it at the back of his head so that he could see its reflection in the large mirror he was still facing. “Happy?”
“Always.” Genuinely impressed, Dominic decided there and then that no other barber would touch his hair. Unless she barred him from the shop for harassing her, which was quite likely to happen.
She whipped off his cape. “Let me just sweep these bits of hair out of the way before you stand up or they’ll stick to the soles of your shoes.”
It hadn’t been a request, and Dominic had to admit that he liked that assertive note in her voice. Although she was very calm, there was something fierce about her. Something wild that told him she’d never be tamed, never bend to anyone’s will, never tolerate any bullshit or be pushed into doing anything she wasn’t 100 percent interested in doing. This female knew what she wanted and would settle for nothing less. He respected that.
He would bet that every single one of his pack mates would tell him he was wasting his time here. They’d tell him to walk away and forget about her. The thing was . . . he couldn’t. It wasn’t merely the thrill of the chase. No, she drew him. Made his wolf crave her attention. No female had ever done that before.
At the counter, he paid for the haircut and pulled a lollipop out of the sweet jar. “You didn’t tell me what time you finish work today.”
“And I’m not going to.”
He tilted his head. “What is it? You like to be the one who does the asking? Okay then, make my day, Mila. Ask me out.”
“All right. Get out.”
He laughed. “At least let me tell you your future before I go.” Grabbing a pen from the counter, he quickly scribbled his cell