His Orange Blossom

Chapter 1:Hello There Flower

*******This is my first story and I don't have an editor*****

Lena wiped the dampness from her top lip as she prepared her room for her next client. Being in a salon where she was finally comfortable and gaining clientele was just what she needed as she had experienced quite the year prior losing her grandmother to cancer and her job at the time for spending so much time with her family during her terrible demise.Her heart was still heavy with grief but every day she still was grateful for the opportunity to be in a better position than she was in just that year prior. She reflected back on it as she threw more perfectly rolled towels in her towel warmer and swiftly turned back around to the sink to rinse her hands. The door to her room gently eased open as a perky blonde woman with brown streak highlights out of the nineties and heavily made up lids popped her head in.

"Lena, your next one is here" and then just as fast as the bubbly ladies voice invaded the space, she was gone. Lena picked up her phone to check the time and right herself before she introduced herself to her next client.

"Right on time" she thought to herself with pride,her time was getting better. As she checked her face she noticed a little dust by her cheek and quickly brushed it away with a tissue. She quickly observed the rest of her face, she did like to look her best when she came in.  Like her grandmother would say "you never know when you're going to run into your husband".

The next client was not her regular or anyone she has seen before at all so she would put on a little extra charm because in Florida people come to retire so naturally all her clients were a good majority of elderly folk and could be a bit crotchety about having a woman of color do their pedicure,but after having Lena they always fell in love with her knowledge and kindness and obvious expertise;she figured she would dazzle this old man like she did all the others.

"Anthony Moretti" she said out loud to herself as she looked down at her schedule.

She exited her room ,walking down the short,quieted hallway and out into the lobby,straight to the waiting area. There were some hair stylists gathering around the front desk giggling to themselves and looking through the little window into the waiting area. Lena didn't know what they were so entertained by but she was already five minutes behind then when she wanted to start. As Lena approached the waiting area she looked around briefly before she called out cautiously "Mr.Moretti?".

Anthony Moretti was a successful businessman from New York who had just moved to Florida for a couple months on family matters while his father was getting ready to retire.His long time buddy and business college had told him about the little town he had settled down in and he had been intrigued. Florida could be a nice change,besides there were always amazing women and great money there. Once he had got his house set up and been there for two weeks he figured it was time to take care of himself.He was never one of those to say but he loved a good pedicure and he never had time to do his own so this was his guilty pleasure at the end of those rough months. Luckily his buddies new wife owned a salon and spa so he could just go there and get all his desires fulfilled..little did he know what he was walking into.

"Mr.Moretti?" he heard the sweetest sound he had ever heard radiate from behind him like a harp. He turned his head to find a sight if there ever was one. She was around 5'7 and had the most radiant golden caramel chocolate colored skin. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and her perfect curls gave her the pineapple look. She was wearing black scrubs but you could tell underneath she was in shape,nice sized breast at least an D cup and nice sized shapely hips that lead to a perfect round bubble butt. He noticed her gorgeous lips and loved how the top one made a perfect v at her cupid's bow. Her dainty nose and almond eyes made her look like an absolute goddess. What was he thinking? He didn't let thoughts like that invade his mind ever but he took one look at this little umber beauty and now he wants to know why she isn't his? He needed to pull it together, as he pondered over that very thought he then noticed her lips moving as she asked him what must have been the second time.