The Hot Seat
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Delia hurried to the stylist’s station and took a seat. He seemed to know his way around hair, and she relaxed as his combs and scissors got ready to work.
She explained the look she wanted, and he nodded with a warm smile. His hands got to work, expertly gliding around her head. But then he did something she’d never seen, leaving her with a hot head.
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