Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 32
He’s tall, probably six-three, maybe six-four. His shoulders are broad, his face is bearded, and his dark brown hair is perfectly combed back. He’s sporting a gray sweater that I can see his shoulders bulging through. They're like two bowling balls resting beside his neck, and his thick arms are stretching the fabric of the sweater. He’s god-like.
“Hello,” the man says, as he approaches Missy at the register. Missy’s eyes bulge like she’s staring at an apparition as it walks through a wall. “I was wondering if I could get her groomed. As you can see, she's a mess, so I didn't have time to make an appointment.”
His voice booms like thunder cracking inside the room, capturing my attention, and I can't help but wonder how dick size and a deep voice correlate. Is that a thing?
I also have to fight back a laugh as I realize I was so busy staring at the man and his bulging muscles, I didn't even comprehend that he's holding a gold Pomeranian with the cutest little button nose, but it’s hard to see because the dog is almost entirely covered in dried mud. She’s basically a block of dirt with teeny little cute feet wiggling beneath her body. She looks adorable and gross.
“Aww,” Missy coos, drawing it out. Missy is the perfect person to have behind the counter. She's always so fascinated with the animals people bring in. “And what’s this little princess’s name?”
“Her name is Coco,” the man says.
“How adorable,” my mother chimes, just before turning to me and raising her eyebrows, her signal that I should be interested. I roll my eyes, but inside I’m agreeing with her. Fuck yes I’m interested. Look at him!
“Well, luckily for Coco, we’re not too busy right now, and we can certainly fit her in,” Missy tells the owner of the filthy ball of cuteness. “Mrs. Milton, if you wouldn't mind.”
“I certainly wouldn't,” my mother says. She steps forward and takes little Coco from her owner. “Are we going with just a shampoo, or are we doing a cut as well?”
“Let’s just start with a bath, and if anything needs to be cut because of the mud, that’s fine.” The owner smiles a million dollar smile and shrugs his giant shoulders.
“Perfect. Give me fifteen or twenty minutes and I should have Coco fixed right up,” my mother says in her best customer service voice, before taking Coco to the back.
The dog’s owner takes a seat in the waiting area, while Missy looks over at me and bulges her eyes. Silently, we communicate an entire conversation.
Missy says, “Do you see how fine he is?” with her bulging eyes.
I reply with,” Oh my god. Yes!” with matching large eyes and a head nod.
“You should talk to him,” Missy signals with a tilt of her head towards the man.
I furrow my brow and shake my head, meaning, “Uhh, no.”
“Do it! You're single!” Missy shouts with large eyes again and a sharp head shake towards me, as if she's throwing a dagger at me using only her forehead.
“Oh calm down!” I silently scream with a frown, my lips pressed into a thin line.
“What have you got to lose?” Missy asks now with a softer face, a shrug, and slight head shake. She adds, “He isn't married,” by tapping her wedding band and shaking her head.
I verify the man isn't wearing a ring before letting out a sigh. At just the thought of talking to him, my nerves stand up beneath my skin. The man truly is gorgeous, and Missy is right, I am single. However, it’s hard to get over my last sexual experience. Eric and his barely-there dick has me feeling guarded now. I know, though, that if I don't put myself out there, Eric will be the last guy I slept with for much longer than he should be.
“So, how long have you had Coco?” I ask as I peel myself from my place at the edge of the counter and step towards the register. I reach the corner of the counter closest to the man and lean against it.
“Only about a month,” he says. “She's been a handful. Barks up a storm.”
“Oh, yeah, Pomeranians definitely can do that,” I reply, with a smile.
“Keeping your girlfriend awake with all the barking?” Missy asks, skipping the formalities.
The man laughs. “Uhh, no. I live alone, and have no girlfriend.”
“Oh, you don't say,” Missy says, and I don't even bother looking back at her because I can already picture her eyebrows raised and the look on her face.
“Well, she's really cute. Little dog in a big man’s arms. It’s adorable,” I say, trying my best to flirt without making it obvious.
“Thank you,” the man says, giving me that gorgeous smile again.
“If you're trying to pick up ladies by carrying the cute dog around, I think that’s a good tactic,” I state.
“Oh? Did it get your attention?”
“Definitely.”
The two of us suddenly get locked into a sexy staring contest that I never want to pull out of unless it’s to let him go down on me, because I’m dying for someone who looks like him to be good at that. Brandon was terrible, and Eric would've come in his pants just from thinking about it.
The handsome customer smiles first, and my smile follows, and it suddenly feels like Missy isn't even in the room. In fact, it’s like the entire building is empty and there's no one but myself and the man whose name I haven't even asked for yet.
“Okay, she's all set,” I hear my mother call from behind the curtain, just before emerging holding the gorgeous golden puppy. Now that she's free of the caked on mud, Coco is even cuter.
“Oh, you're good at your job. She looks great.” The dog’s owner gets up and meets my mother at the register, where he