Just Like a Date by Montgomery E E

Author:Montgomery, E E [Montgomery, E E]
Language: nld
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

WORK was a bitch. Daron’s head pounded, and it

seemed like every second customer wanted something

they didn’t serve or had a complaint about something

they had served. By the time lunch was over, Daron

had had enough. He wanted to walk out and never

come back, but he couldn’t. He owned the bloody

business and had to make it work. On top of that, his

damned hair felt stringy and limp and kept snagging in

the tie at the back of his head. The whole day was just

too hard. It wasn’t the hangover so much as it was

Rebel. His best friend, but not anymore. Perhaps Rebel

was right. Maybe Daron realy did need to just stop. He

scowled at the cake he was plating. How stopping

would help him find The One, he didn’t know, but it

had to be better than raping his best friend.

But what else could he do? He’d tried clubs, but

everyone there was looking for tricks, nothing more.

He’d even tried Rebel’s barista course to meet people,

but most of them were girls, and the rest—so not

Daron’s type. Good for a fuck or two but never tal

enough or old enough.

And Rebel’s idea of not having sex until he got to

know someone! Daron snorted, then quickly looked

around to make sure none of the customers heard him.

That was the only way he could be sure they were

compatible. If the sex was good, they’d find something

to talk about later, and if they were Daron’s type, then

everything would be fantastic.

And they’d love him forever.

The day dragged on. At three, Daron told Sarah

he was on a break and went to the hairdresser. He

couldn’t stand his hair a moment longer. A good head

massage would calm him no end, and a new style would

give him a lift. Make him feel good about himself.

Anything would be better than what he had so far.

His usual hairdresser was fuly booked, and Daron

simply didn’t want to wait, so he went to the one beside

the nail place. He’d heard they had a new guy who’d

won Apprentice of the Year a couple of years running.

He walked in and froze.

Standing in front of him, staring with equal horror,

was Holden’s twink. He was taler than Daron had

thought he was, only a few inches shorter than Daron.

His blond hair looked like it might be natural because

his eyelashes and eyebrows were the same pale color.

The pink tips al over his head weren’t natural, but

damn if they didn’t suit him. They made his gray eyes

sparkle, even as they glared at Daron, and perfectly

matched the hot pink nail polish on his short fingernails

and the writing on his white T-shirt. His jeans were

black and so soft and tight Daron could see the shape

of the head of his cock nestled at the top of his left

thigh. His joggers matched his shirt.

The silence stretched between them until Daron

had to speak or leave. He’d be damned if he’d let a

pink twink do him out of the haircut he needed to find

equilibrium.

“Can you fit in a haircut now?” he asked, aware

his voice sounded beligerent.

The twink turned to check on the other

hairdressers. They were both busy, and he was

obviously not.

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