Liev sets his head against mine. “I’ve met a lot of scary people in my life, but that woman should have a warning label.”
The incessant ringingof my phone makes me roll out of Liev’s arms where we’ve been trading slow, sleepy kisses. “It’s Brady.”
Liev groans dramatically, flopping onto his back. “Your brother is the ultimate cockblock.”
I snort, snatching my phone off the nightstand.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve called you three times.”
“Good morning to you, too,” I drawl.
“It’s not morning,” he snaps.
“It is when you have to wait for the sexscapades to be over before going to bed.”
Brady grunts. “Todd’s been blowing up my phone. Keke’s ghosted him all morning, so he called us. One of those models from last night sold his story. The pics are blurry, but it’s enough that you can identify Keke doing a bump off the other guy’s ass. It’s gone viral.”
My stomach drops, and I swing my legs over the bed’s edge. “I’m not the morality police.” I grimace. “How bad is it?”
He blows out a breath. “You’re right. It’s our job to keep her safe, not protect her reputation. I’m sure Elizabeth will call soon. You need to wake Keke’s ass up and keep her contained. Wait for her team’s instructions.”
I toss the phone onto the duvet. “Keke’s viral again.”
Liev props himself on an elbow, smirking, and I try not to drool over his flexed, ink-covered bicep. “Puppy Gate level?”
“Hard to top ‘puppies make good coats.’”
Less than a minute later, Elizabeth’s name flashes on my phone.
“Hey. Sorry you’re caught in the crossfire,” she says, sounding exhausted.
“Not your fault. Though I totally have new respect for your job.”
“Todd and I booked her into the Desert Peace Spa. It’s about an hour outside the city. The plan is for you to drive her out today and then pick her up tomorrow before the jewelry store opening. It’s a digital-free spa, so hopefully she can’t do any more damage.”
She lowers her voice. “Between us? Atelier Florian’s done with her. Tomorrow’s event will go ahead—too much money has been spent. But barring a miracle, LA fashion week is cancelled. She’s officially a liability.”
I glance at Liev. He mouths, “What?”
I wave him off. “She doesn’t know yet?”
“No, get her up and put her on with Todd. Let him break the news.”
“Fun times.”
There’s a long beat, then, “How’s… the rest of it going? With your partner, I mean.”
“Elizabeth Gowan—soon-to-be-Worthington—are you fishing?” I ask teasingly.
She squeals. “I knew it! I can hear it in your voice. Brady’s been spiraling about you two sharing a room. I’m going to torture him with this for years.”
“Don’t breathe a word. Not yet.” I feel Liev’s gaze sharpen.
“Pfft. Spoilsport.”
“That I am.”
“Meh. You better give me the details when you get home. Good luck today.”
