Page 6 of Dangerous Kiss
Damon ignored her. “So damn itchy.”
“God, haven’t you ever had fake hair put on?” Stella eyed his hairline. “Looks like you’ll need to in a couple of years, anyway.”
“Don’t be a bitch.” Damon poked a finger into the moustache. “My lip feels numb.”
Oh God.Biba’s hand went into her jeans pocket to feel the tube of Krazy Glue. She shot a look over at Rich, who deliberately wasn’t looking at her.Oh fuck.
Her fears were realized a half-hour later, when in the middle of a kissing scene, Stella broke away from Damon. “Eww, what is that?”
“Whath whath?” Damon’s speech was lispy and slurred, and he poked at his upper lip again. “Whath the thuck?” He tore the moustache off, making everyone wince and his lip bleed.
“Oh, dear God.” Stella was both repulsed and amused—Damon’s lip was three times the size it should have been. He looked like a duck.
