Rodeo (BBW Cowboy Romance) (BBW Western Romance) by Cristina Grenier
Authors: Cristina Grenier
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possible.”
“I'm fine, honestly. I caught a couple of hours in the study and now I have to do a couple of hours work before our guests start to arrive, I assume everything is in order and that Little Miss Mary Poppins out there has bull-whipped everyone into shape?”
An image of Miguel cracking his whip was probably not an unlikely site considering some of the stories he had told me but on this occasion John was slightly off the mark, if anyone had been cracking the whip this week, it had been me. I was tired myself and if allowed I'd have climbed back up the stairs and crawled back underneath the sheets. As it was, there was far too much to do so I took my coffee, kissed John on his stubbly cheek and went to get dressed.
As I walked out into the hallway Miguel was just coming through the front door, “Morning sunshine!” he chirped, giving me his jazz hands.
“Morning Mig', listen John is in the kitchen, do NOT wind him up, he's not in the mood, ok?”
Miguel waved his arm across his face, “Oh, when is he ever in the mood?”
Pointing seriously at him, I warned him, “Just don't!”
Miguel skipped into the kitchen and I waited for John to come scurrying out, nothing happened. Could it be that today they would make amends and bury the hatchet or was that the wrong turn of phrase to use; it was more likely that John would want to bury a hatchet into Miguel's head. My two favorite men hated each other and I so wished it was different, sadly it was never to be.
I had several appointments booked that morning, one for my hair and the other for my nails, it always paid to look good and I liked to make an effort, besides there was nothing better than visiting the salon and catching up on all the latest gossip. Jade, my hairdresser and Jodie my nail technician were partners in work and partners in the bedroom, they had been together forever and having nails and hair done at the same time was like watching and listening to a comedy act. From the minute you walked through the doors you were made to feel like a star and as you walked out you felt like you should have paid them, the entertainment factor was out of this world.
Jade and Jodie ran a fabulously extravagant but relaxed salon, appropriately named JJ's in the middle of the city. Their style was elegant bohemian and with all the funky colors and interesting nick-knacks they had decorating the place it was a delightful environment to spend time in. Both of them had warm, genuine personalities and their talent for knowing exactly what a client wanted was exceptional, I always looked forward to my appointments, especially the gossip. Now some people gossip emptily, speculating instead of relaying news, these girls were at the helm of the newsflash bulletins, if it had just happened then they were the first to know. How this happened, no-one was sure but whatever they told you was one hundred per cent fact.
As I was seated Jade began my consultation. Explaining that we were holding a garden party she was immediately choosing styles that would hold out in the wind, withstand body and head heat and didn't need too much fiddling with to touch up.
“Tell me the outfit you've chosen and tell me from head to toe, color and style,” she closed her eyes and snapped her fingers together.
“Sixties style retro, blue and white polka dot, fitted top half and full, knee length skirt, blue wedge heels,” I described, hoping that with that simple explanation she could envisage me correctly.
“Ok, smooth as silk with a side knot bun,” it was as quick as that.
Jodie on the other hand wasn't so pleased, “Blue? Oh … such a hard color to match up, especially with white, it's going to have to be French Manicure?”
I never stressed too much, if not at all when I came to JJ's, they knew exactly what they were doing and I always left feeling, and looking a million's dollars. An
“I'm fine, honestly. I caught a couple of hours in the study and now I have to do a couple of hours work before our guests start to arrive, I assume everything is in order and that Little Miss Mary Poppins out there has bull-whipped everyone into shape?”
An image of Miguel cracking his whip was probably not an unlikely site considering some of the stories he had told me but on this occasion John was slightly off the mark, if anyone had been cracking the whip this week, it had been me. I was tired myself and if allowed I'd have climbed back up the stairs and crawled back underneath the sheets. As it was, there was far too much to do so I took my coffee, kissed John on his stubbly cheek and went to get dressed.
As I walked out into the hallway Miguel was just coming through the front door, “Morning sunshine!” he chirped, giving me his jazz hands.
“Morning Mig', listen John is in the kitchen, do NOT wind him up, he's not in the mood, ok?”
Miguel waved his arm across his face, “Oh, when is he ever in the mood?”
Pointing seriously at him, I warned him, “Just don't!”
Miguel skipped into the kitchen and I waited for John to come scurrying out, nothing happened. Could it be that today they would make amends and bury the hatchet or was that the wrong turn of phrase to use; it was more likely that John would want to bury a hatchet into Miguel's head. My two favorite men hated each other and I so wished it was different, sadly it was never to be.
I had several appointments booked that morning, one for my hair and the other for my nails, it always paid to look good and I liked to make an effort, besides there was nothing better than visiting the salon and catching up on all the latest gossip. Jade, my hairdresser and Jodie my nail technician were partners in work and partners in the bedroom, they had been together forever and having nails and hair done at the same time was like watching and listening to a comedy act. From the minute you walked through the doors you were made to feel like a star and as you walked out you felt like you should have paid them, the entertainment factor was out of this world.
Jade and Jodie ran a fabulously extravagant but relaxed salon, appropriately named JJ's in the middle of the city. Their style was elegant bohemian and with all the funky colors and interesting nick-knacks they had decorating the place it was a delightful environment to spend time in. Both of them had warm, genuine personalities and their talent for knowing exactly what a client wanted was exceptional, I always looked forward to my appointments, especially the gossip. Now some people gossip emptily, speculating instead of relaying news, these girls were at the helm of the newsflash bulletins, if it had just happened then they were the first to know. How this happened, no-one was sure but whatever they told you was one hundred per cent fact.
As I was seated Jade began my consultation. Explaining that we were holding a garden party she was immediately choosing styles that would hold out in the wind, withstand body and head heat and didn't need too much fiddling with to touch up.
“Tell me the outfit you've chosen and tell me from head to toe, color and style,” she closed her eyes and snapped her fingers together.
“Sixties style retro, blue and white polka dot, fitted top half and full, knee length skirt, blue wedge heels,” I described, hoping that with that simple explanation she could envisage me correctly.
“Ok, smooth as silk with a side knot bun,” it was as quick as that.
Jodie on the other hand wasn't so pleased, “Blue? Oh … such a hard color to match up, especially with white, it's going to have to be French Manicure?”
I never stressed too much, if not at all when I came to JJ's, they knew exactly what they were doing and I always left feeling, and looking a million's dollars. An
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