Page 6 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man
His lip quirked. “No.”
I pointed to the grin he was trying to contain. “You’re full of crap, Foster.”
I followed him downstairs and outside, and Brayden was quiet for the first few blocks of the drive.
“So what’s the Rejuvenation Center?” he asked out of the blue.
“How do you know that name?”
“It’s the website at the bottom of all your emails. TheRejuvenationCenter.com.”
“Oh, that’s right. It’s my business. I own a medi-spa. Well, half a medi-spa. I’m partners with my best friend, Wells.”
“A spa? Like massages and stuff?”
I shook my head. “A medi-spa is different than a relaxation spa. It’s short for medical spa. We do non-invasive cosmetic treatments like laser hair removal, Botox, lip filler, chemical peels, teeth whitening…that sort of thing.”
“Interesting. How did you get into that?”
“I’m an RN. Years ago, I worked for a plastic surgeon. A ton of people came in for consults, and then wound up not having the surgery they were considering because of cost, or after they found out how many hours they had to be under anesthesia. They’d often ask for referrals for alternative treatments that were less invasive. I figured, why refer them to someone when I could offer those treatments myself?”
“So you left to open your own business, and the doctor started referring people to you?”
I smiled. “He didn’t have a choice if he wanted dinner. The plastic surgeon was my husband.”
At the next light, we stopped. Through my peripheral vision, I could see Brayden checking out my face. I spoke looking straight ahead. “Are you trying to figure out if I’ve had work done because I was married to a plastic surgeon?”
“No,” he answered way too fast.
“Yes you are.”
“I was actually looking at your lips.”
“Because you think I have filler?”
“No, because they’re pink. But it doesn’t look like you have lipstick on. I noticed it last night too.”
“Do you always scrutinize people that closely when you first meet them?”
“Only the ones I can’t keep my eyes off of.”
I chuckled. “Smooth.”
“It’s not a line. It’s the truth. I barely slept last night because I was so pissed at myself for the dumb stuff I said. I think you’re beautiful, and I really enjoyed talking to you.”
I’d slept crappy last night, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain guy with a sexy, dimpled smile. But I wasn’t about to share that tidbit and encourage him.
Home Depot was a block ahead on the right. I pointed. “You have to pass the store. There’s a parking lot around back.”
“Do you live in the area?”
I shook my head. “No, I live in Connecticut. But I came here yesterday afternoon to look at other vanities. I was going to suggest a different one. That is, before I found out what you think of my suggestions.”
Brayden hung his head. “I’m never going to live down being a jerk, am I?”
“Probably not.”
Inside Home Depot, Brayden let me pick out the moldings. After that, we stopped by the paint department, and I showed him the difference between his shade of blue-gray and the slightly different one I’d picked out. Under a light box, it was easy to see that his had a green base and mine didn’t.