Page 89 of Endure the Pain

I gaped. “Have you lost your mind? I can’t cut your hair.”

“I know this YouTube video we can watch that’ll show us how.” She smiled. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

It was nearing midnight and Brenna and I were both tipsy. Scratch that, I was drunk, and Brenna was tipsy. We'd had to ask the front desk for scissors, and I'd figured I’d order some champagne as well. I'd needed the liquid courage because there was not only a pile of blonde hair on the floor, but red hair as well.

I'd given Brenna a few small glasses of champagne while I'd drunk right from the bottle. Was it a good idea to cut hair while drinking? Most definitely not. But I had to say, cutting our own hair had turned out to be a success. Brenna had gotten to be the guinea pig and go first. The video we'd watched had had us tying our hair in four parts and putting the ties where we'd wanted to cut. Brenna’s hair had reached the middle of her back, and after I'd gonesnip, snip,her hair had become shoulder length. It looked really good, if I did say so myself.

Then she had talked me into letting her cut mine. It had probably been the champagne talking because my drunk ass had agreed and decided to go as short as she had gone.

“I love it!” Brenna cooed as she ran her fingers through the short length. “I want to put some curls in it,” she said before running out of the bathroom to retrieve her iron while I just stared in the mirror and began chugging champagne.

At least ten inches of my hair lay on the floor. It was a drastic change. I was panicking slightly until I ran my fingers through it, then looked side to side.I guess it looks okay.

Brenna returned with her curling iron and Dean following right behind her. His eyes widened with surprise when he saw me. Then they drifted to the pile of our hair on the floor.

“Well? Do you like it?” I asked him.

“It looks different.”

Brenna shot him a glare.

“A good different,” he corrected, then looked to the ceiling. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”

I looked down at my bralette and matching lace panties. “I didn’t want to get hair on my clothes.”

Brenna giggled as she plugged in the iron, the champagne clearly kicking in.

“I was just checking on you two. I’ll let you ladies get back to whatever it is you’re doing,” he said and turned on his heel to leave.

I found myself liking my hair more and more as Brenna styled it with loose curls.

“What made you decide to get a shamrock tattoo?” she asked.

“A lot of alcohol.”

She snorted.

After Brenna was done styling my hair, she began working on hers and I went to change into my sleepwear. As I stepped out of the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. I went back into the bathroom because it was where I had left my gun.

Brenna also grabbed hers from where it lay right next to mine on the bathroom counter and we each cocked our Glocks simultaneously. I silently approached the door and looked through the peephole. Nicoli and Dario were standing in the hall.

I unlocked the door and greeted them with a frown. “It’s the middle of the night.”

Both of their eyes slid down my body and Nicoli gave me a naughty smile. “And I apparently have perfect timing.”

Fuck! I’m in my underwear.I didn’t let my embarrassment show or let my confidence waver, which was very hard because I was really buzzed.

“I like your hair,” Nicoli complimented before his gaze shifted to look behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder and found Brenna standing a few feet behind me. She was staring at Nicoli and Dario with a blank expression. However, her eyes gave away that she was curious.

“Go next door,” I ordered.

Brenna looked at me. “I’m not leaving you alone with them.”

It took a lot of effort not to go off on her, but I supposed it was too late now.

They’d seen her.