My Room Mate Is a Stripper

Chapter 5: Makeovers, Sometimes they Work!

"No." I stared with horror at the small, yet upscale building as Kyle parked in front of it. "No no no no no." Smirking, Kyle hopped out of the car. I crossed my arms, attempting to protect myself from the vile building that stood in front of me.

"I'm afraid this isn't up for debate!" Kyle announced, annoyingly upbeat as he strolled around to my side of his ferrari and opened the door ceremoniously. "I let you pick the dress, which you won't show me, so I have to make sure you have at least one thing right in the way your face looks." Torn between burning him or the salon he intended to take me into, I gave up, getting out of the car.

"What part of my face needs makeup?" I asked, annoyed. "There is nothing wrong with my face! I never wear makeup anyways!" Winking, Kyle took my arm, most likely to prevent me from escaping, and began the dreaded walk to the posh building.

"Exactly." He smirked. "Te-ar da cei mai multi barbati atacuri de cord dacă ai făcut-o, dar în seara asta ai nevoie sa arati bine." I sighed, and resisted the urge to run screaming for the hills. I knew what overprotective family members were like and I had promised to help. The Romanian was really starting to get on my nerves however.

"What did you say?!" I demanded as we entered the store, and instantly I was surrounded by beaming cosmetologists, all surveying me with the same professional glances.

"Nothing important." He whispered in my ear, causing flutters to bloom in my stomach. Raising his voice he addressed the waiting stylists. "Full makeover please." He announced, and dread erupted in me as I was led away.

"What color outfit will you be wearing tonight Miss?" I caught sight of Kyle paying attention and shirked. There was no way he was finding out until our "date". Leaning in I whispered my dress color in the man's ear, noticing his approving nod as he led me away.

KYLE'S POV

She didn't need to know that I had complimented her, it would probably only freak her out more. Or, had she understood, she could have laughed at me. What were you thinking?! I asked myself, running a hand through my hair. Plainly put, I had told Danielle that if she wore makeup more often, she would give men heart attacks. I wasn't the kind of person to lie to myself. Danielle didn't care much about her appearance, but if she put more into it? My mind raced at the thought. She would really be something.

I heard the workers of the salon fussing over Danielle and couldn't help the grin that came over my face. I didn't know my new living partner well, but I did know attention wasn't something she didn't enjoy. I felt slightly guilty that I would be putting her under the scrutiny of Lena, but I wasn't going to risk another episode like the last time I had let her sink her claws into me. As the stylists led Danielle over to the chair, they had rinsed off her hair, my phone rang, and it really could only be one person, the ringtone was "Jaws" after all.

"Alo (hello) Kyle. Andrei said you had agreed to supper?" Lena's voice always sounded like she was secretely plotting your downfall, and it never failed to unnerve me. Sighing, I spoke into the phone, having no patience for my irritating older cousin.

"You know damn well I never agree to these dinners willingly Lena." I snapped, pacing in the lobby. My cousin laughed and I could picture her in her posh hotel room she always stayed in, having fun at my expense.

"I do know Kyle, but you are well aware that if I do not come and make sure you are not making a complete idiot of yourself in America, than your father will." I mentally shuddered. The only thing more terrifying than my well groomed cousin was my father. A tycoon in Romania, I was positive he had the ear of all who were important.

"Just don't bring another one of your friends to the dinner Lena." I announced, noting how uncaring I sounded. "I'll be bringing my own companion." Before Lena could comment, I hung up.

Dani's POV.

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"Do you have your outfit with you Ms.?" The same attendant I had told the color of my dress to looked at me expectantly. The past 45 minutes had been spent being poked and prodded by complete strangers, and my face felt foreign. I didn't know where anything was.

"Um, yes I do, but why does that matter?" Grinning the attendant began to walk over to where Kyle stood.

"We'd like to help you to get dressed, ruining your makeup and hair while putting it on would be a shame." Realizing they were right, I nodded and pointed to Kyle.

"My dress is in his car, but he isn't supposed to know what it looks like." A kind woman who had worked in my hair smiled and nodded knowingly.

"Don't want your boyfriend to see you before you're all ready?" Feeling my face begin to flush, I lowered my head. Kyle wasn't really my boyfriend right? I mean, sure we were going on a date,but it was only to make his supposedly scary cousin happy.

"Sorta." I finally mumbled lamely. Somehow, the attendant managed to persuade Kyle to give up his keys, and in no time at all the dress was on me and I was being shoved towards a mirror, six pairs of hands attempting to cover my face.

"Okay. On the count of three. You ready?" I nodded, hoping I looked as good as I said they did. I missed the countdown, but the moment they lifted their hands, I was petrified. Was that? Could it be? There was no way the woman looking me in the eyes right now could be the same person I had been an hour ago. It was impossible.

My hair, long and straight normally, was intricately curled so that my bangs fell slightly above my eyes and the tips fell appealingly around my bate shoulders. Smoky dark purple eyeshadow framed my bright blue eyes, and mascara and dark eyeliner made me look alluring, something I certainly wasn't usually. My dress was plum colored, with delicate beading around the sweetheart neckline and falling just below my knees. I was in love with how I looked and made sure to thank each and every salon member profusely for the job they had done.

"It was a pleasure." A woman insisted. "And will be all the more worthwhile once your boyfriend sees you." About to try and convince them that Kyle wasn't my boyfriend, I jumped when I heard a crash, and found myself face to face with an openmouthed Kyle.

AN: Hi!!! I hope the length of this chapter made up for how short the other one was, so whaddaya think is running through Kyle's mind right about now? Please comment and tell me what you think! The next chapter will get into the whole Lena situation, so until then please comment vote and fan!