I replied.“CAN YOU TRUST ME?”
“I WANT TO TRY.”
Instead of texting,I hit the green phone icon.
It rang once, twice, three times. I was ready for it to go to voicemail when Vee answered.
“Fin.”
“Come down to the first floor or call the concierge. I’m here.”
“You’re here? In the building?” she asked.
“I’ll explain after I kiss you.”
“I’ll call the concierge. Don’t make me wait.”
“I’d be up there now if I had a damn keycard.”
“I’ll see you soon.” The line went dead.
As I approached the resident concierge desk, I saw the young kid talking on the phone. He looked up, his eyes landing on me and a smile budding on his lips.
“…yes, Ms. Hubbard. He’s here now.” He nodded. “Right away. Goodbye.” He looked up at me. “To confirm…your name?”
“Griffin Graham.”
“And you’re here to see…?”
“Maeve Hubbard.”
He pushed a few buttons on a machine and pushed a keycard into it. The keycard popped out.
“This is a multi-use keycard, per Ms. Hubbard. It can only be canceled by you or her.”
I took it from his grasp. “Multi-use?”
“Yes, Mr. Graham. Have a nice night.”
I stared down at the card and back to the kid. “Thank you. I think the chances of a nice night have greatly improved.”
CHAPTER 32
Vee
“He’s here, in the building.” I said aloud as I rushed into my bedroom and into my closet. The clothes I’d worn during the game, including my bra, were still lying in a pile on the floor where I’d left them. Stripping out of the leggings and Coopers t-shirt that I’d put on when I got home, I added them to the pile. Standing in my panties, I studied my options.
Something casual.
Something that doesn’t say I was trying too hard.
With my pulse echoing in my ears, I pulled a green chiffon maxi dress from the hanger and tugged it over my head. The balloon sleeves cascaded down my arms.The deep V neckline wouldn’t allow a bra. While the chiffon went all the way to my ankles, the lining was a mini dress. I tugged the lining down my thighs.
Turning from side to side, I peered into the full-length mirror, seeing the skirt pitch from side to side, showing the high side slit. In the bathroom, I dabbed on deodorant and a spray of Tom Ford, Vanilla Sex Eau de Parfum.
After brushing my teeth and my hair, I added light-pink lip gloss.
My doorbell resounded throughout the condominium.
