Page 39 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man

“Oh, please.” She waved her hand. “It was hot as fuck.”

“Well, happy you think so. It wasn’t meant to be a show, though.”

“You guys were so into it, you barely noticed the elevator doors opening.”

“We got a little carried away.”

“I think that’s amazing.” She tilted her head. “So when’s the wedding?”

I turned to the wall and began scraping. “There’s no wedding. We’re not even dating.”

“Really? Well, you had me fooled.”

“We’re mainly…flirting.”

Scrape.

Scrape.

Scrape.

“Damn. That’s some flirting, then.”

“He’s too young for me.”

Scrape.

Scrape.

Scrape.

The longer Brayden and I hung out together, the more my excuses seemed flimsy. If I didn’t believe what I was trying to sell, how could anyone else?

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I made a play for him?” Cora asked. “Dude’s smoking hot.”

A rush of heat rose from the base of my neck to my head as I abruptly stopped scraping.

“Oh my God. You should see how red you just got. I was totally joking. Also, I’m totally gay. I have more interest in you than him. You don’t swing both ways, do you?”

“I don’t.”

She laughed. “Okay, then why are you denying what’s obviously an amazing connection? Age is just a number anyway.”

“Even aside from the age difference, Brayden and I…are in two different places in our lives.”

“It looked like you were in exactly the same place last night.” She looked over my shoulder. “Speak of the devil…”

I turned to find Brayden walking in with Charlie. Immediately, I felt like an idiot for wondering where he was. That’s right. Brayden had told me yesterday that he was taking Charlie this morning to get fitted for a suit.

Brayden headed straight toward me, carrying two coffees.

He held one out. “I figured you could use this.”

I took it. “Thanks. I had a coffee at the hotel, but could really use another.”

“Long night?” Brayden arched a brow.

I felt my face heat as I peeled back the plastic lid.

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