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“Which head of yours will be on the platter? Big or little?”
It took a second, but slowly, he smiled. “You mean big or bigger, sweetheart.”
“That’s not what you’re loose jeans say.”
“Oh yeah? My loose jeans say I need room to breathe. If I want to Saran-wrap my junk, I’ll skip the designer price tag.” He jutted his chin down the hall. “So are we going to split or what?”
She gripped her throat, so stunned he wasn’t tossing her out on her butt in the nearest alley that she almost couldn’t speak. That happened exactly…never.
“Split where? And do what?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing. I didn’t actually think something like this was a possibility, except in fanfiction.” She glanced down at her cleavage, still nicely filling out her one-size-too-small T-shirt. “Good going, girls.”
He laughed and the sound did something funny to her chest, shaking something loose that brought an immediate smile to her lips. He smiled back, and she reached up to pull off her wig. It wasn’t a swift transformation, but watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop open as she shook out her pinned-up blond hair was worth the annoyance.
Also, the fact that her scalp could breathe again was worth plenty. Holy crap. She wanted to stick her head under one of those hand dryers in the bathroom.
“You have blond hair,” he stated unnecessarily as she yanked out pins and jammed them in her pockets.
Those would probably hurt later when she forgot and sat down. Might be the only thrill she got for the rest of the night.
Then again, maybe not. She was choosing to be positive. Negativity had done precisely squat for her thus far.
“Yep.”
“Natural?”
“With this skin and these freckles? Yes.”
“You forgot those eyes.”
Since he sounded entirely too approving, she cast her gaze at the floor. She might brazen through sometimes, but she sucked at taking compliments.
Especially when she’d always seen her looks as just the reason her parents had shuttled her off to a boarding school with all girls so she didn’t get “in trouble” with boys.
Ha ha there. Joke was on them. Or on her, since she was still getting vicarious Os from Tumblr.
“And you hid it under that crazy black wig that looks like Elvira’s?”
“Elvira?” Lauren frowned and held up the black mass to examine in under the light. “I was going for vintage Cher.”
“Well, they’re both vintage, but no, I’d say definitely Elvira. Here let me help.” He moved behind her to tug out pins and she tried to suppress a shiver.
So she had a thing for people playing with her hair. She’d known it happened with female hairdressers, but apparently, male fingers worked just as well. This male’s did at least. What else might they be good at?
She bit her lip and dropped her own hand, tilting her head back so he could do all the work. His chuckle floated over her, as oddly relaxing as his strong fingers threading through her hair after he unpinned each section.
“You’re not going to fall asleep standing up, are you?”
“No. My heart’s beating a mile a minute. Hard to fall asleep when you’re so excited you can’t breathe.”
He finished in silence, then walked around her and handed her the rest of the pins. When she would’ve drawn her hand back, he cupped his hand around her fist. “Is this just a fame trip with you?”
An hour ago, she’d have said no, but explained that fame had a lot to do with her reaction. Fame was her ticket to getting back into school, and maybe, just maybe, convincing her parents that she wasn’t the biggest fuck-up who had ever lived.
Now? When she was gazing up into those surprisingly perceptive green eyes, she couldn’t pretend she just cared about her project.
