Dillon patted himself. “Yup, I’m real.”
I laughed and then rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.”
“Ditto. You can call. I expect you to call me the moment you get signed. I want to be the first to know.”
“You will be.” I stared at my suitcases. “I’ve got too much stuff, haven’t I?”
“You think?”
“Will you help me slim my things down to one suitcase?”
Dillon sucked in a breath. “Are you sure you can cope with that?”
I shrugged. “I think I have to. With your help, I’m sure I can be ruthless.”
“Fine. I’ll help. But we’re on a time limit. I need to shower and put on a suit for my interview.”
“Understood.”
We knelt on the floor, put the suitcases down, and opened them. With Dillon’s help, I tried to cut the amount of clothing I’d chosen in half, but it was so hard. I needed options. It was September, which meant it could be hot or cold, so being able to layer was a must. I needed cute outfits for sightseeing, clothes that would wow the modelling agencies, and things for lounging around Xander’s apartment, not to mention adorable nightclothes.
“Are you sure you need both of these?” Dillon asked, holding up the two dildos I’d packed.
“They’re different sizes.”
“And you’ll be in my brother’s apartment.” He wrinkled his nose. “Won’t that be weird?”
“I thought you said I’d have my own bedroom?”
“Probably.”
“Then he’ll never know.”
“You’d know. I’d know.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Are you expecting me to ring you to tell you I’m about to use one of my dildos?”
“Hard pass on that one.”
I pretended to inspect my beautifully manicured nails. “And here I thought you wanted to know all my news.”
Dillon snort-laughed. “There are some things I don’t need to know.”
“I don’t want to take guys to Xander’s apartment. You can’t expect me to abstain for a whole month. I’ll make sure he’s out before I indulge if it makes you feel better.”
“That’ll make all the difference. Changing the subject, do you need a photo book or something?”
“Got it.” I pulled a black folder out of the bottom of my suitcase and handed it to him. “I paid a fortune for these photos.” I pouted. “It’s why I’m so poor.”
“Dramatic, much?”
“It’s true.”
Dillon leafed through the pictures. There were some headshots with and without make-up, fashion shots, and candid, natural shots. They weren’t amazing, considering how much I’d paid for them. Still, the photographer had said he was an expert in putting portfolios together for wannabe models, so I had to have confidence that he knew what he was doing. Besides, what did I know? Nothing about photography, that was for sure.
“I’m going to make my dreams come true, aren’t I?” I asked as Dillon handed the portfolio back to me.
“Yes. Don’t doubt it for a second, Jae.”
