Rachel
“Itold you this was a bad idea,” Noah murmurs next to my ear as he mixes the hair color for his client. I take one more bite of my leftover cake and check the break room to make sure no one can hear us.
“I am aware it was a bad idea, but who the hell gets kidnapped and returns to the kidnapper’s house?” I whisper-shout.
“Kai.” Noah smiles at me, all proud of himself. I want to punch him.
“Great, you are now on a first-name basis with the dude who is basically stalking me.” This is going very wrong.
“You are the one who let him eat you out not even three hours ago,” Noah points out. “Besides, you started it.”
“Sure, I will accept that,” I admit. “But did he have to stalk my house?”
“Or...and hear me out...he is just visiting your house.” Noah continues mixing as I stare at my phone.
A selfie of Kai is displayed full-length as he sits on my rocking chair with a pink thing in his hand.
Wait a fucking minute. I zoom in on the picture, and there it is. My fucking vibrator is in his hand.
“Noah, he has Charlie!” I shout. And yes, I have named my vibrator—sue me.
“Charlie?” Noah questions.
“Charlie!” I shout again, pointing at the pink bullet vibrator in Kai’s hand.
“You’ve named your vibrator Charlie.” Noah is in shock while I am losing my marbles.
“Is that what you took from this?” I whisper-yell as someone enters the break room.
“I mean, this seems to be an important part of the conversation.” Noah starts walking out of the room, and I follow.
“No, it isn’t,” I say angrily.
“Rachel, I have a client,” Noah spits back. “Go play with your boyfriend in your station.”
“He is not my boyfriend.” Although at this point, he is introducing himself as my boyfriend to anyone that comes his way.
“He is at your house now,” Noah points out.
“Correct.” I am trying to figure out where this is going.
“He was also in your house yesterday,” Noah continues.
“Also correct.” Where the hell are we going with this, Noah?
“Tied up in your bedroom,” Noah says this time. “And he was between your legs this morning.”
“Unrelated, but continue.” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to get to the point.
“Sounds like he's your boyfriend to me,” Noah says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Now be a good girl and go to your station so I can work on this beautiful woman.
Hello, Samantha. I'm sorry it took so long. Ready to refresh your purple?” He ignores me while talking to the client, and I start walking to my station.
As I walk away, I turn back and see Noah looking at me through the mirror.
I stick my tongue out in a mocking protest as I reach my desk.
My best friend, the traitor. Instead of having my back, he gave the guy a haircut and called him my boyfriend.
With friends like this, who needs enemies?
I open my messaging app again and type.
Me: Get out of my house.
The three dots appear, and soon enough, the asshole has replied.
Biker Boy: Don’t be rude, little criminal. You’ll miss me when I’m gone.
Stupid smug asshole.
Me: I would never.
I turn my phone off just in time for my new client to approach.
I smile, trying to look professional as I say, “Welcome to Danielle’s Beauty Corner.
I’m Rachel. I’ll be your nail technician today.
Do you know what you’re looking to get today, or do you want to look at the colors? ” The woman smiles at me.
“Yes, I have a picture.” I have some too, of a hot biker holding my vibrator, but I’m not bragging, I think as she shows me the picture and I realize she actually meant nail pictures. My brain is all over the place. I need to get my head in the game. This man is messing with my thoughts.