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“Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush.”
“Rush? Ha.” If that was him saying he wanted to allow me to savor the experience, he didn’t need to worry. I fully intended to soak it up.
I moved around him to go into the kitchen and set my bag on the counter. It was crazy how big Rhett’s room was at each hotel. Suites, all of them. Like his entire entourage could easily stay in his room alone.
Growing up with a mom who worked hard to give me everything I needed, sometimes Rhett’s opulence didn’t sit right. But who was I to judge? If I had the money he did, I would probably enjoy luxury too.
I pulled everything I needed from my bag and lined it on the counter, then fetched a plush, white towel from the bathroom. Slipping the apron from my bag, I threw it over my head and tied it around my waist.
Rhett watched me skeptically. “Well, if you’re sure.”
I gestured like Vanna White to his chair. “I’m all set up. Do you want a trim all over or something else?”
“Just a trim. It’s feeling a bit long.”
I filled up my water mister in the sink while he sat down, then put the cape around his shoulders. My knuckles brushed his skin when I snapped the cape shut, and I couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that prickled over his neck. The air conditioner was pumping, but it wasn’tthatcold in the room.
“Warning: I’m gonna mist your hair now.” I misted the hair, pulled out my comb and shears, and started trimming. “Do you make a point of seeing your cousins every time you come to Manhattan?”
“I usually make a point of not telling anyone I’m in town, but the tour was so highly publicized it was unavoidable this time. Getting together with Portia is more of a chore than a pleasure, to put it nicely.”
“You don’t have to stay at the fundraiser all night, right? You can put in an appearance, donate to their cause, then skip out to do...some fun thing.”
“Some fun thing,” he repeated skeptically. “Like ordering Indian food and watching a movie?”
“That sounds like a perfect night in to me.” Hmm. Maybe that’s how I could enhance my bath time tonight. A littlemildchicken tikka masala. Maybe I’d switch it up with some butter masala—keep things interesting. Wow, I sounded so cool.
“But I’m guessing that’s not what you had planned for tonight?”
I laughed. “No, but I can’t tell you what I just tried to do because you’ll laugh at me.”
I couldn’t see his face, but I absolutely loved the feel of his hair, and I was glad the mood had shifted away from serious. It was hard to cut hair without the large mirror that showed me what my clients were thinking. Especially now, when I was dying to know what Rhett’s expression was saying.
“I promise I won’t laugh at you,” he said.
“That’s what they all say.”
“I can’t speak forthem, but I can promiseIwon’t laugh at you.”
I wrinkled my nose and kept snipping away at his hair, letting it fall occasionally to see how it landed.
“I tried to get into something that is super touristy.”
“Tried?”
“And failed.”
“What was it?”
“Not telling.”
He was quiet for a minute before speaking again. “Then let me guess what it was.”
I kept snipping away at the ends, and small triangles of dark hair fell around his shoulders and to the floor. “Fine. It’s pretty iconic, so let’s see if you can get it within five tries.”
“Deal.” He paused. “What do I get if I guess it within five?”
“How about a free haircut?” I quipped.
