Men to Hold Her by Annie DeanCharlie and Justin were up to something.
For the last couple of weeks, they’d been highly secretive, changing the subject whenever I came into the room, or distracting me with kisses and other lovely things whenever I asked what the hell they were up to.
It could be anything, I suppose, but I figured it probably had something to do with our six-month anniversary, which was today. In fact, I was just about finished with my last customer, Mr. Reston, and planned to leave early because I had a special outfit at my place that I wanted to wear for our celebratory dinner tonight. Whatever my men had planned, I wanted to look my best.
As Mr. Reston’s hair was curly and a little unruly, he always requested me because I got the best results. He tipped well, too. When
