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to Luther.”
    “Well, Niko said she has to pass.” Natalja turned the chair so that Andrea faced him, instead of the mirror. “What do you think?”
    He allowed his gaze to travel over every inch of her head, taking his slow time. The color didn’t seem right—but he couldn’t pinpoint why. “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll have to see them side-by-side.”
    The stylist clucked her tongue. “I told Niko, if we’re talking BDSM stuff, we can’t go the wig route. A common move for masters is to grab their slaves by the hair. I’d have to do a weave for it to hold against that. And even then…”
    Andrea’s intake of breath was obvious. Even the Polish gossipers next door glanced over at it.
    Vadik moved to stand between her and the nosy women.
    “He’s going to grab my hair?” Her hand moved into the dark folds and got lost.
    “It’s a common move. And we don’t know what the rules are, so we didn’t want to risk it.” Natalja took Andrea’s hand as it emerged from her hair. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll do my best to teach him to be gentle.”
    Andrea’s gaze flickered to his and held there. His heart thudded a deep bass and he had to concentrate to keep his breath steady.
    Her eyes were drawn and held a flicker of fear that she appeared to be tamping down by sheer will.
    Don’t be afraid, my girl, I won’t hurt you . He almost couldn’t stop it from coming through his lips, but he bit the words back. It wouldn’t do to show any sign of weakness. Especially not in front of Natalja.
    Vadik cleared his throat and broke the eye contact. “So, wigs are out.”
    “Yes. That means we may need another day to get this color to match what Sasha has. It’s almost black, but—”
    “But not black.” Andrea nodded. “Well, you have to take us somewhere else, anyway. Right?”
    “Yes. I told Niko we’d be at Diva Dallas . That’s probably the best place to find that sort of wardrobe around here.” Natalja flourished the salon cape off Andrea’s body and disappeared into the back of the salon.
    As she fiddled with her hair, little bumps formed on her skin and she made the tiniest shivering motion. Then her nipples began to point dangerously under that shirt.
    Vadik couldn’t take his eyes off them.
    He licked his lips and stared at the points straining against her tank top. Her breasts were already visible enough against the material, hanging in perfect globes, but then the nipples brought more attention to them.
    The last thing she needed was a bunch of leering jackasses, staring at those perfect nipples and imagining what they looked like and felt like and tasted like…
    Nope. He pushed off his heel and ran after Natalja. He almost ran in to her, coming out of the back.
    “Do you have a coat, for Andrea?” He nodded backwards. “She’s from Texas, and she doesn’t have one with her.”
    “Well, I’ve got plenty of coats, but I don’t know if any of them will fit her.” Natalja put her hands out in front of her generous breasts and laughed. “I’m a little bigger on top than she is.”
    “Anything you have will be great.” He smiled and she walked him to the counter.
    “I’m going out for a bit, honey,” the stylist said to the blonde behind the counter. “I’ll take your coat, if you don’t mind.” She kissed her cheek with a loud smack and pulled a puffy black jacket off the coatrack behind her. “Will this be okay?” she asked Vadik.
    He took the coat and nodded. When he turned around, Andrea stood behind him, her perky nipples begging for his gaze. Instead, he pushed the coat at her.
    “Put this on. You’re practically indecent.”
    Her smile was already only half-hearted, but she held it and slipped the coat on. “Thanks. I’ve been cold since we landed.”
    “I know. I heard.” He about-faced and began walking to the door. The sight of her raising her arms and making those perfect boobs of hers dance for him was almost too much.
    He didn’t want to spend too much