Chapter 11

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Chapter 11 Time passes. Jai gets bored with his phone and decides he needs new pictures of the hot plumber—fodder for his wet dreams later, if nothing else—and is just about to head down to the basement when he hears heavy footsteps on the floorboards in the back. He lounges in the armchair, trying to look nonchalant, and prays the budding erection pressing against the front of his jeans isn’t too noticeable. Maybe he can take care of that once Duane leaves, if there’s still enough time before the other stylists are scheduled to come in… The curtain blocking off the back area brushes aside and, speak of the devil, the sexy man seems to step right off the screen of Jai’s iPhone and into the salon. Quickly Jai sets the phone down on a nearby end table, face down so Duane won’t see himself

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