Page 47 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man
“Really? You’re not going to answer that one?”
“We’ve been doing so well, and I don’t want you to think less of me.”
“I’ll take the kiss if you really aren’t comfortable sharing, but I feel like I should know if I’m spending time with a hardened criminal.”
“It was once, and they knocked it down so I just paid a fine.”
“Come on. Now I’m so curious. Tell me.”
Brayden sighed. “Solicitation of prostitution.”
My jaw dropped. “You got caught picking up a sex worker?”
“I was at a bachelor party in Vegas for one of my buddies. One of the guys had hired a stripper, but she canceled at the last minute. I got dragged down to some sleazy strip club to see if we could find a replacement. I didn’t even want a damn stripper to begin with. I just wanted to gamble and get drunk. Anyway, apparently the place we went to had been under investigation because it was a front for a prostitution ring. We had no clue. My buddy I went with started flirting with a dancer, and I just wanted to get the heck out of there, so I asked the guy working the door if any of the girls could be hired for a private party. He asked what I wanted, and I said dancing. Then he asked me if the dancer needed to do any tricks. I swear I didn’t know he meant sex. A few months before, another buddy had gotten married, and the stripper shot ping pong balls from between her ass cheeks. So that’s what I was thinking. I said sure and asked if that would be extra. He pointed me to a woman sitting at the bar and told me I needed to pay her. I paid whatever the guy asked. Thirty seconds later, I had cuffs slapped on me.”
I covered my mouth. “Oh my God.”
Brayden frowned. “Do you believe me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because it’s hard to believe someone could be as much of a dumbass as I was.”
“I suppose if there’s any area where it’s admirable to be a dumbass, it’s that area.”
“What about you? Ever been arrested?”
“No.”
Brayden’s phone chimed. He groaned and dug it from his pocket. “I set an alarm to let me know when we had five minutes left.”
“Oh.”
He smiled. “It makes me feel better that you don’t look like you want to leave either.”
“I don’t.”
“How about one last question?”
“Okay.”
“You asked the first one, so this one’s mine.”
I laughed. “Why do I have a feeling you’ve had whatever it is in your pocket all day, waiting to ask?”
“Because you’re a very smart cookie.” He tapped my nose. “What’s your biggest turn-on in bed? What can I do that will drive you wild?”
“Oh boy. I hate to disappoint you, but I’m going to take a kiss and not answer.”
Brayden pouted. “Really? You don’t want to share that with me?”
I leaned down and brushed my lips with his, keeping them there when I spoke. “It’s not that I don’t want you to know. It’s that I think it will be more fun for you to figure it out.”
His lips curved into a smile. “I can’t fucking wait.”
***
Eight hours later, it was finally just Brayden and me alone again. We’d both been busy at the house all day, and we’d barely seen each other. I had to leave tonight, so I waited until we could say goodbye in private.