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huh?”
    “Yeah, it wasn’t a total waste of a date. In fact,” she grinned wickedly, “Chris introduced me to Dr. Johnson and now I go out with her when I want to just let loose and have fun,” She lowered her voice. “And to my nightstand when I don’t feel like shaving my legs, you know what I’m saying?”
    I didn’t and was very confused, but I laughed anyway.
    She stared at me in amusement. “Girl, I can tell you don’t have a clue as to what I’m talking about,” she said, taking out her smart-phone. She began pushing buttons and then after a few seconds, showed me the screen.
    My face grew warm as I stared at the assortment of vibrators and dildos. I swallowed. “Uh, wow, that’s… quite a selection.”
    “There’s something out there for everyone. I’m also a distributer now.” She reached into her smock and held up a business card. “So, if things don’t work out between you and Thane, check out my personal website. I’ll even give you a discount code for a free butt-plug when you place an order over fifty-dollars.”
    “I’m just here for a job,” I said, my cheeks blazing now. I couldn’t believe how professional and impervious she appeared, talking about butt-plugs. “We’re not dating.”
    “You have a man?”
    “No. Not at the moment.”
    She lowered her voice. “A woman? Don’t worry, I have nothing against lesbians. I respect what they do, I just can’t get myself to do it… you know what I’m saying?”
    “Yes, I mean no… I don’t have a woman , nor am I a lesbian.”
    She handed me a card. “ Then you’re definitely going to need this.”
    I looked at the business card quickly and then slid it into my purse. “Uh, thanks.”
    Just then the front door jingled and a tall, rugged looking man stepped into the salon. He had longish blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, and was not only built, but dressed like a lumber jack. 
    “Speak of the devil,” said Felicia. “Where’d you go for lunch, Thane?”
    “That Thai place, up the street , again,” he answered, staring at me. “You must be Sera?”
    “Yes,” I said, trying to hide my shock. He wasn’t at all what I’d expected. Not that it was a bad thing. I’d just never imagined that the owner of Tangled, which was obviously a trendy and chic hair salon, would look like he’d just stepped out of the Rocky Mountains. With his broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and thick forearms, I imagined him swinging an ax, or carrying a large buck across his back. Not wielding a scissors and coaching a bunch of stylists on hair products. “I’m Sera Billings.”
    “Thane Bishop.” He held out his hand, which was warm and massive, like the rest of him. I had to admit that the sheer manliness of Thane made my tingle in ways that I hadn’t in quite a long time. 
    “Nice to meet you,” I answer ed, staring into eyes the color of bronze and fire.
    “You, too.” He released my hand and motioned for me to follow him. “Let’s go talk in my office.”
    “Sure,” I answered, feeling as if the reception area had gone cooler, now that he was leaving it.
    “Hold my calls, please,” he said to Felicia, passing her.
    “ I will,” she answered and then winked at me. “Have fun taming Mufasa.”
    “ Excuse me?”
    She la ughed. “That’s what we call him.  Mufasa, from The Lion King, you know?”
    “Oh.”
    She lowered her voice. “Don’t let him intim idate you. He looks like a hard, grumpy grizzly, but he’s really more of a soft teddy bear.”
    I didn’t think he looked grumpy. A little intimidating? M aybe.
    I thanked her and quickly headed towards his office, which was in the back of the salon. As I moved past the stations, two stylists stared at me curiously, and I smiled. Both of them grinned back and then turned to each other.
    “ Close the door behind you, Ms. Billings. Please,” said Thane, as I entered his office.
    “Okay.”
    The room was large and very stylish. Thane’s desk was a massive black and