Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(45)

Clearing her throat, she removed my blindfold and I realized I was standing in the middle of a massive spa and salon. There was no one else around except Bobbie Jo and Kim, and they were standing on the other side of the room, waving at me.

“Before we can get the real party started, Kim and Bobbie Jo are going to give you a much needed makeover.”

“What? I don’t want a makeover.” I waved my ring in front of her face. “And I clearly don’t need one.”

“Sweet, naïve, and foolish Claire...” She shook her head. “You’re making married woman mistake number one and you’re not even married yet. No man wants to come home to the same woman month after month. You have to switch it up every now and then. Keep him interested, make him remember why you’re the—yeah...Feel free to fill in all the shit I don’t believe in right there.” She laughed. “I personally love your style and your hair, but you’ve been wearing it the same way for four and half years so it’s time for a change. Besides, I highly doubt two supermodels will screw you over.”

“Are you going to stick around and watch?” I noticed her stepping backwards.

“Claire, there’s a vaginal steaming spa right down the hall. The treatment is supposed to tighten my walls and make sex ten times more pleasurable. Where do you think I’m going to be?”

“You’re a terrible friend.”

“I love you too.” She walked me over to Kim and Bobbie Jo. “Please don’t scare Claire too much. She’s practically innocent.”

They laughed and shooed her away.

“Sit down here.” Bobbie Jo helped me into a salon chair. “You have very good symmetry, Claire. I’m not sure if I ever told you that before.”

“Thank you very much.”

“No, no, no. I was talking about you, not to you. This is business.” She grabbed a tweezer and plucked one of my eyebrows. “Look at this, Kim. These brows aren’t in line with her natural shape. We need to fix that now so they’ll be shaped perfectly when she gets married.”

“You’re right...What about her hair? I’m not really feeling this color.”

I cleared my throat. “No. I like my red hair.”

Kim raised her hand and gave me a look. “We know beauty, Claire. We’ve worked with the best, dated the best, and we’ve f**ked the best. We know exactly what we’re doing.”

“The red can stay, but it needs more volume—way more volume.” Bobbie Jo looked at me like I was an impossible project. “I’m thinking auburn highlights and a blowout.”

“And a deep mask facial...”

“And a mud bath...”

“And a major exfoliating process... ”

The two of them kept listing treatment after treatment, talking about me as if I wasn’t sitting right in front of them.

A waiter appeared out of nowhere and held out a tray of champagne glasses. I took two and sipped them as fast as I could.

“Claire?” Bobbie Jo tapped her chin. “We’re trying to figure out what color we should paint your lips...Tell me something, after you get done giving Jonathan head do you spit or swallow?”

I spluttered my champagne into the air. “Excuse me?”

“She swallows.” Kim laughed and helped me stand up. “Good for you, Claire! Spitters are quitters!”

Jesus...

Bobbie Jo tossed her head back and laughed. “Sinful red for you it is!”

They led me over to the shampoo bowl and for the next hour, I lay back and let them do at least ten different protein treatments. When they were done, they took turns brushing soft, autumn colored highlights into my hair, promising me that Jonathan “would f**k [me] on the spot” once he saw the ‘new and improved’ me.

I’d given up on protesting any of their suggestions; I’d accepted their “We know what we’re doing” and “You’re dealing with the best” mantras. Even when they insisted that I let them place some type of sea-food inspired gunk on my face, I didn’t bother telling them that I hated seafood. I just held my breath and got it over with.

“Okay, now relax...” Kim pulled a steaming hot blow dryer through my hair. “This is the most important part. This is where we make you look f**kable.”

As she teased, combed, and curled my hair, Bobbie Jo hummed and applied makeup to my face, demanding that I purse my lips every few seconds.

I suddenly felt my phone vibrating and pulled it out of my pocket.

I was hoping it was Jonathan, but it was a number I didn’t recognize. A text. “Heard you’re on vacation in Costa Rica—must be nice...We need to speak as soon as you get back. I’m not taking no for an answer so be ready to TALK—Ryan.”

“Is it Jonathan?” Kim sighed.

“Um, no.” I deleted the message. “It’s not Jonathan. Just someone with the wrong number.” I shut my eyes and sat still as they continued to work, trying not to think about Ryan and whatever the hell he wanted to talk about.

How did he get my new number?

“Okay, we’re all done.” Kim sounded happy. “Now it’s time to help you into the right dress.” She put the blindfold over my eyes again and led me into another room.

For what felt like another hour, she and Bobbie Jo literally dressed and undressed me until they finally agreed on what I should wear.