She turned to Aidan, who was not in one of their comfortable waiting chairs, but instead standing by the door, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ready?” she asked coolly.

“Not for a bro-zilian,” he said.

“What then?”

He looked resigned. “Anything else.”

She tried to think of something especially good. “A brow wax it is.”

He rolled his eyes up as if he could see his own brows. “What’s wrong with them?”

“Bushy.” They weren’t, of course. He was perfect.

“How about another haircut?” he asked.

Oh, hell no. He just wanted another scalp massage. “It’s the wax or nothing,” she said. “Yes or no?”

He chewed on that a minute. “Yes,” he ground out.

She wasn’t cruel enough to hurt him, or even give him a bad wax. But still, she didn’t realize her mistake until she had him in the private client room and was forced to lean over him very closely to apply the wax to his eyebrows. There was something incredibly intimate about the process, which she’d never given a thought to before.

His eyes never left hers. “Listen, Lenny was at the offices and he knew about the resort’s financial problems. I assumed—” He shook his head.

She stared at him, her heart heavy with hurt. She would have rather felt fury, because hadn’t she already done this? Fallen for a guy she thought she could trust? And then found out the truth? Why hadn’t she learned her damn lesson? “You what?” she asked. “You assumed that not only did I betray your trust but that I also slept with him? Are you kidding me?”

“There you go with the question on top of a question thing again,” he said.

She applied the strip and carefully ripped it from his skin.

“Son of a—” He blew out a breath.

“Another,” she warned, and did his other eyebrow.

“You know what’s crazy?” he asked after carefully sucking in a breath. “You women willingly do this to yourselves.”

“Hold still,” she said, and got the last stragglers.

“I’m sweating,” Aidan said in disbelief. He sat up, making his abs crunch in a very sexy guy way behind his shirt, the bastard. “Holy shit. I’m seriously sweating.”

“So did you figure it was me because of what happened at my last job?” she asked. “Where I got fired for revealing secrets?”

“No, I—”

She decided she didn’t care and started to walk out, but he snagged her wrist. “Lily—”

“Nope, sorry, that’s all the time I have,” she said stiffly. “Enjoy your brow wax.”

“We’re not done here.”

“Oh, we so are. And I have another client.”

Thankfully this was true. She had a quick haircut and afterward started to go into the back because she badly needed a break from work.

Actually, she needed a break from her life.