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He scrutinises me for a long moment before lifting a brow in question. “And you think making me change my hair will help with that?”
I shrug. “I think you doing things you’re not comfort- able with will help with that.”
He lets a resigned sigh. “Fine.”
I grin at him. “Great. You should probably get dressed and eat something. You have a hair appointment in an hour .”
“OKAY, so what are we doing today?” Stacey, the hairdresser, says as she threads her hands through Alastor’s wild auburn locks. “You’re booked in for a cut and colour, yeah?”
In the mirror, I see Alastor’s eyes widen in horror. “Colour?I don’t remember anything about colour.”
“That was in the fine print,” I tell him with a smirk, and then produce my phone and show Stacey the picture of the hairstyle I’ve selected for Alastor.
She nods enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah, we can do that. It’ll look great with his skin tone.”
“What are you planning to do to me, Macey,” Alastor grumbles, eyeing me with suspicion.
I let out a sigh and show him the picture on my phone, figuring he’s going to have to find out sooner or later.
As soon as he sees the model’s platinum blond style cut short at the sides with curls left longer on top, he starts shaking his head in adamant refusal. “No fucking way. I’m not doing that to my hair.”
I just shrug. “Too late. You already agreed.”
“You want to turn me into a Draco Malfoy wannabe?” “Actually, I was thinking more like Billy Idol.”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, ‘cause that’smuchbetter.”
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable changing a person’s
hair colour against their will,” Stacey says awkwardly, glancing between me and a very pissed off looking Alastor. I flash her my most congenial smile. “Stacey, I promise
you, it’s not against his will. He already agreed to it.”
“I never agreed tothis,”Alastor bites back, thrusting his hand out angrily toward my phone as though that’ll make
the picture disappear.
I fold my arms over my chest and stare him down. “If
you want me to go to that orgy, this is what you need to do.”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s not anorgyit’s a group sex hang.” “They’re the same thing!”
“How would you know? You’ve never even been to
one.”
“Okay, this sounds like a conversation I don’t need to
be a part of,” Stacey says, backing away slowly. “I think I’ll take my lunch break early.”
“Happy now?” Alastor asks. “You drove her away.”
“I didn’t drive her away. She left because you’re being such a dick.”
“You want to turn me into one of those try-hard footy players with the blond hair and fluro boots,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. “Maybe if you were ten years younger.”
