When Ashton’s hand touched my hair, I shrieked. It was sweet of him to offer to dye my hair, but I still couldn’t trust him. A guy with perfect hair and a trust fund bigger than my life savings wouldn’t have had the need to dye his hair, or at least by himself. There was no way he knew what he was doing, and that scared me.
He didn’t say anything in response to my reaction. I could feel his intense stare even though I wasn’t looking at him.
His breath fanned my neck and caused me to shiver. I gripped the edge of my chair and bit my lower lip to suppress a moan.
“Sweetheart, do I make you uncomfortable? Would you prefer I called in a professional?”
Yes, obviously.
“N-no,” I stuttered, pressing my legs tightly together.
His hand moved to my hair again, his fingers playing with every st
