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"This is really good. What is it?"
Bella grins, "An elegant little Sauvignon Blanc, particularly suited for those long photo shoots."
" Perfect! I'm so impressed."
"Drink up, lover boy."
"You trying to get me drunk?" Truth is, I can already feel the effects of the first glass on an empty stomach.
"Nope. Trying to keep you relaxed."
"I'm fine," I insist.
And then I see the scissors.
"Bella, what are you doing? You just cut my hair two weeks ago."
"Just making you perfect." She squeezes my shoulder. "We're talking microscopic, baby."
I down the rest of my wine.
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I breathe a huge sigh of relief when she sets down the scissors.
Unsnapping the cape, she says, "Don't need this anymore," pulling it away with a flourish and baring my chest in the process. Several sets of eyes turn toward me, but Bella's got my shirt over my head before I can say, 'Who turned out the lights?'
Standing behind me, she takes in my reflection. With her lips just inside the curve of my ear, she whispers, "I love this shirt on you. You look so hot."
I'm having a very hard time sitting still in the chair.
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"Twist ..and scrunch," I direct her. "Twist …and scrunch."
Bella grins into the mirror. "Oh you're really proud of yourself, aren't you?"
I must be, because there's a guy in a tight designer tee shirt smirking cockily back at us.
A dude with some seriously crazy hair going on.
"Bella, what happened to my tidy muss?"
"We're going with more of a full-on muss for today's shoot. I'll unpouf you afterwards if you're not happy."
Must be the wine, but I don't mind the carefully executed randomness she's arranging on my head.
"Okay, I trust you," I hear myself say.