Page 6 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

“See anything you like?” the woman working the booth asks. She looks the same as everyone else working at the convention. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

“No, thank you. I’m just testing out some stuff.”

She bats her eyelashes at me. “Well, you just let me know if that changes, okay?”

I nod, but I walk away. I’m not trying to flirt with anyone here. Not that any of the other guests are getting the hint.

That’s why I hate these conventions. Ninety-five percent of the people who attend are female, and most of them have their eyes on me.

I get it. I’m tall with black hair and blue eyes. I work out almost every day, and I have a naturally athletic build. Girls love that kind of shit. I’ve gotten this kind of attention from women my whole life.

The problem is that none of these women are my type. They’re all stick thin. I swear, no one who attends these conventions ever eats. Apparently, that’s what it means to be in the beauty industry. I hate it.

Give me the curvy, round, natural women. Where are they? What convention do I need to go to for those women?

I roll my eyes. What a ridiculous thought.

At least I only have to attend this convention for one day. My booth is being taken care of by a few of my marketing people and my right-hand woman, Briana. I just came to look around today. I don’t think I could handle the full three days that this convention is held. I don’t know how anyone could want to be here for more than a couple of hours.

Beyond the annoying women, these conventions are just…boring. Sure, the panels can be interesting, but those are few and far between. Walking around the floor is great, but only once. After that, you’ve seen everything there is to see.

I don’t get the appeal. Maybe it’s just not my scene.

I make my way to another booth. This one has a guy behind the table, and he seems straight, so at least I’ll be spared from flirting for a few minutes.

“Hey, man, how’s it going?” he asks when I approach. “Can I tell you about my products?”

“Do you make these?”

The guy nods.

“I do. Brad Sorensen. My company is Sorensen Skin Fixes.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of you. I use a few of your products in my practice. The acne-clearing lotion you created has been a lifesaver for my patients who have struggled with products that dry out their skin.”

Brad smiles. “That’s great to hear. Let me introduce you to another product you might enjoy. It’s specifically for joints in cold weather. Not only does it ease dryness, but it has lavender and mint for relaxation.”

“That sounds fantastic. Can I test it out?”

He squeezes a bit onto my hand, and I sniff it before rubbing it onto my elbow. It really does soften up my skin immediately. The scent is subtle, but it’s there. This would be perfect for application right before bed. Lavender is supposed to be a great sleep aid.

“This is great, Brad. Do you have an order form? I want to add this to my regular products.”

While I use most of my own stuff at the practice now, I still need to supplement with other companies’ products. Plus, I want to support other companies as well. It’s good karma.

Brad is smiling from ear to ear. I know Sorenson is a small company from the past dealings I’ve had with them. Every sale matters to him. Not that every sale doesn’t matter to me, but my company is already bigger than Sorenson. It helps that I had more capital to begin with.

All the more reason for me to continue buying from him. We may technically be competition, but our products differ a lot.

Brad gives me an order form to take home with the new lotion already filled in. I’ll give this to the secretary at my office. She’s the one who handles the actual ordering for me.

After I’m finished at Sorenson, I make my way back to the Blake Cosmeceuticals booth. I’ve had enough of the sales floor at the convention. I’m about ready to pack it up and head home. Well, just me. The booth is going to stay here for the next two days.

As I approach the Blake booth, I spot something that makes me stop in my tracks.

Make that someone not something.

The woman looking over my products is gorgeous. Her skirt hugs her hips. I can’t see her front, but from the way her shirt is stretched, I can tell she has a great rack.

She’s looking curiously at one of the products on my table. I take a few steps closer to see what she’s studying.

It’s AJB-9.

Oh shit. I don’t know why that’s even out on the table. It’s a brand-new product that is still in the testing phase. Actually, it hasn’t even entered the testing phase yet. I have a few kinks to work out with the special ingredient before I can start giving it to patients. AJB-9 is nowhere near ready to hand out.

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