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I tossed on hot pink leggings and a white t-shirt. After I did my makeup, I would change my shirt. No need to do it now. Especially since he was gonna let me use a blow dryer.
I went back into the bathroom, and Ethan already had it plugged in, along with a brush in his hand. Surely he didn’t plan on doing it.
He pointed to the toilet seat for me to sit. I flicked my hair back, exposing two wet spots on my chest.
His eyes grew wide. “You are not wearing that.”
“Yes, I am.” I hadn’t planned on it, but he would not dictate my wardrobe.
“Then you won’t leave this room. I can see your extremely perky nipples.” He licked his lips. “Now sit, and you can change after, I like the view.”
With a huff and a puff, I slumped onto the toilet seat. I would argue with him after.
Ethan was gentle. He brushed out my hair, starting at the bottom, and working his way up. Any time he came across a knot, he slowly worked at it. Although he said he liked the view, not once did I catch him looking. Instead, he brushed my hair.
Once my hair was detangled, he turned on the blow dryer. I jumped a little. How was I supposed to know it would be louder than a club full of drunks? Ethan chuckled and pointed it at me. Hot, and I mean hot air slammed into my hair. I was afraid my hair would burst into flames. It didn’t.
Ethan brushed out my hair again after it was dried. Which only took a few minutes.
“Do you always blow dry your woman’s hair?” I knew I sounded jealous, I couldn’t help it.
“You’re the first. Unless you count my sister, she had episodes. During them I would take care of her.” He looked anywhere but at me.
“Where is she now?” I would love to meet the woman who taught him about hair.
“Dead. Now let’s go.” All signs of emotion gone. “Change your shirt.”
I went into the bedroom to change, but not before I got a glimpse of the mirror. Damn. My hair was wavy, thick, and had volume.Get it, Ava.
Ethan had me out of the house and in the car a few minutes later. I tried to protest that I had to do my makeup. He didn’t care. Wouldn’t even let me bring it with me. He could be very bossy at times.
“What’s up with the makeup? I would think someone in your position wouldn’t waste money on it. How do you even get it?” Ethan was back to his curious self, tossing questions at me.
“So what if I’m homeless? How I choose to make myself happy is my business.” I took a deep breath. “Sorry, that came out harsh. I just love it. Goes with my whole persona. I fight and everyone is cheering me on because I’m the fan favorite. I know why that is. It’s because I wear tight clothes, put on makeup and do my nails. I love when the crowd goes wild. As for how I get it, that’s complicated. I do what I can. Some I make, others I trade for. A few times, fans have gifted me some.”
“Fans? Like those men that were watching you?” Ethan sucked his teeth.
“Yea, so?” I shrugged. “Why are you so interested in my makeup?”
We pulled in front of a building and he ran around the car to open the door for me. The building looked brand-new. There was even a man outside washing the windows. Across the top was a big sign that read Weekday Spa.
I practically hopped inside. It was perfect. Every color of nail polish I could imagine lined the walls. Glass cases with more makeup than a girl could dream of spread across the room. Comfy seats were everywhere. I wanted to live here.
A woman in a white outfit sauntered over with a tray of champagne glasses. Another woman came over with grapes, cheese, and crackers. My stomach rumbled. I hadn’t realized I had forgotten to eat.
“Mr. Moore, Mrs. Palmer, come with me. You’re a little late but no worries. We can still do everything.” The woman with the champagne glasses bowed to us.
“Everything? Like what?” My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
“The full bridal package. Mani, pedi, facial, hair, seaweed wrap, waxing, and a massage. Mr. Moore said you would like everything.” She walked us to the back of the building.
“Bridal? Wax?” I didn’t know what she thought she was waxing.
“Well, yes. You two are getting married this weekend. No one wants a hairy vagina for that. Guys like it smooth.” She turned and winked at me.
“Better for eating,” Ethan whispered in my ear.
Instantly wet.
