“Oh, would you look at the time.” She peers down at her watchless wrist. “I have to … go,” she says with an awkward laugh before leaving Andreas and I alone.
“You’re coming, right?”
“To Vegas?” My tone should indicate that it’s a completely absurd idea.
Not to Andreas because he simply nods and replies, “Where else would I be talking about?”
I could think of at least ten other places that would make more sense for me to go right now. Number one on the list would be home.
Apparently, I’m the only person in this conversation who thinks that, though.
“I can’t go to Vegas.”
“Why not?”
“I have work in the mor?—”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”
I pinch my lips.
“I was going to do some work for Style Box tomorrow,” I lie.
“You can’t do that any other time?”
The sincerity in his voice makes my insides go weak. He knows I didn’t have any plans to work my part-time job tomorrow, which I’ve been working a lot less of lately.
“There’s also Ms. Shelby. I can’t leave her all alone tonight.”
The nights I’ve slept over at Andreas’ he’s always made sure to have his driver pick her up so she could stay there, too. I’m starting to suspect Ms. Shelby likes his place more than mine.
This morning, I had to take her to the vet for a normal check-up, then I dropped her off back home.
“She’s been home almost all day alone.”
“We can get her a pet sitter for the weekend.”
“You know she doesn’t like new people.” I say that, but I’m starting to think it’s a lie. Ms. Shelby has taken well to just about everyone she’s interacted with in the past few months.
“Mya,” Andreas says. “Can’t Mya watch her? This is a special weekend for all of us. You just finished working on your very first major motion film as the assistant designer.”
“Assistant to the assistant,” I correct.
“You basically acted as the main assistant throughout filming. You’ve earned this trip to Vegas just as much as I have.”
I laugh. “I hardly think I’m on the same level as the star of the film.”
Andreas squeezes my hand and holds it up to his chest. I think to tell him that we’re still on set and shouldn’t be this touchy feely in public, but I can’t.
I love that whenever we’re within touching distance he can’t seem to keep his hands off of me. Not in a lewd or overwhelming way, but more so in protective, ‘I’m always here for you’ comforting manner.
“For me, you are,” he replies.
“You just have to say the right thing all of the time, don’t you?”
He smirks. “Do you need my phone?”
“I can use my phone,” I tell him as I pull it out to call Mya.
