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“Was the hair thing on purpose?” he asked.
“What d’you mean?”
Adrien ran his fingers through the freshly chopped strands. “The new color matches your eyes. It fades into the same light gold. Was it on purpose?”
“Um… I don’t know. The whole day was a bit of a blur if I’m being honest,” I muttered. My voice sounded a tinge softer than I’d intended. “We had the hair appointments and there was champagne and Ricardo said a balayage would look good and I didn’t really know what that meant and suddenly I was somewhat blonde.”
Adrien was starting to smile again. “It was worth it.” He picked up another small lock of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers. “It’s crazy soft, too.”
“I know. I made him secretly write down all the products he used so I could buy them when I got home.”
“Why didn’t you just buy them while you were there?”
“Because your mom kept refusing to let me pay, and I was drowning in guilt. And the worst part is, Istilldon’t have clothes to wear this week.” Or underwear. So I was going to have to sneak out at some point and go on a sleuthy shopping trip.
“Just wear what you bought today. I already said it was fine.”
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s not a big deal, Ria. I’ll call the store and quietly take care of the bill if you really want.”
“That doesn’t make it much better. I don’t want your money either.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Think of it as a clothing allowance for the job I’ve hired you to do. If you don’t wear the clothes, she’s going to get offended.”
I sighed. “But you don’t understand just how much she actually spent on me.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m officially insisting that you wear them because I don’t want to have to deal with the consequences otherwise.”
I rolled my lips and glared at him.
“Stop plotting your revenge.” He nudged my chin lightly.
“You’re going to regret this.” I didn’t know how yet, but he would.
“Great. Can’t wait.”
And that was when I noticed he was still playing with my hair, his fingers toying with the fringes.
“I almost didn’t recognize you when you came in,” he said quietly. “It took a second for my brain to catch up.”
I cleared my throat. “Well, you did tell me I looked like the girl fromThe Ringthis morning, so I’m assuming that’s a good thing.”
He chuckled. “You really did scare the shit out of me.”
“I don’t feel bad about it.”
He let out a breath. “Can’t you play nice for just two minutes? I’m trying my best to seduce you here.”
“You should change tactics. None of this is working.”
“No?” His hand had moved up a little bit, his fingers twisting and twirling strands of my hair.
I shook my head. “Not even a little bit.”
“That’s a shame.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Tell me, Sanchez, what type of men do you normally date? The sweet and caring kind we were talking about earlier?”
Technically, my only romantic experiences since high school had been a handful of short-lived flings and hookups that fizzled before they could turn into anything even remotely serious, so I didn’t have a type that I “normally” dated. But that wasn’t information he needed.
