Mission Pretty Possible Chapter 17.10 (Patreon)

He sighed, “I’m just saying—this is the only thing I’m here for. The disguise. The mission. As soon as this is done, I’m leaving. I’m not signing up for… whatever Sam’s fantasy package is.”

Sam raised both hands dramatically. “Okay, okay, calm your tiara, diva. One thing at a time.” But don’t forget—we still have to go shopping today for your office outfits. So keep that little attitude in check.”

Ethan groaned softly, feeling the heavy hair tug at his scalp. “Fantastic. Just what I needed.”

“It’s getting heavy,” Ethan complained.

“Beauty is pain, princess,” Sam said, inspecting a strand. “And right now, you’re looking expensive. Stop slouching. You’re ruining the line.”

“I’m not slouching, my head is being weighed down by five pounds of plastic hair!”

“It’s human hair, actually,” Tanya corrected brightly. “Very high quality. Treat it like your own, Elena. Brush it morning and night.”

Brush it. He was going to have a hair-care routine. He was going to be a man who woke up and had to brush blonde hair before he could brush his teeth.

The absurdity of it threatened to make him laugh, or cry. He wasn't sure which.