Flair POV
"No."
A simple word but it caused me to look at the hairdresser amused all the same. "No?" I asked, raising a brow.
He shook his head emphatically "I will not cut off your beautiful hair" he said disapprovingly as Rachel giggled beside me "but I will style and trim it and color."
"Jean Luc is very good" Rachel assured me as the hairdresser put his hands on my shoulder and forced me to sit, while she took the seat next to me "So just go with what he says" she added in a low voice "Don't offend him."
I would never offend a hairdresser. They held your life in their hands, well at least your hair. I shuddered to think what Jean Luc would do to me if I offended him. He grabbed the ends of my hair and studied them. "I will layer your hair," he said finally "Cut off these split en
