He shrugged. “Some of my clothes are still in the bedroom located in my parents’ house, so I guess you can say I live at home, but I do so much traveling, I rarely see my family. I’ve been around the world two or three times, and I have so many friends that I never go without a place to sleep.”
“Is modeling your regular job?”
He laughed out loud. “Making friends and having a good time is my regular job.” He paused and waited, so she responded by raising her eyebrow. His answer certainly didn’t impress her.
“To be honest with you,” he continued, “modeling is my only job, but I do it whenever I want.”
She picked up a lamp and scooted it back a couple of feet. “What do you model?”
“Everything and anything. I’ve modeled clothing for catalogs, swimwear, calendars, billboards, and even covers for romance novels. You name it, I’ve done it.”
She flipped him a thoughtful look, but inwardly wished she could get her hands on one of his calendars or romance novels. “At least it’s something to keep you occupied, right?”
“I think it’s fun. My father assures me I have a job with the magazine anytime I’m ready, but it will mean settling down.” He shrugged and wrinkled his nose. “I’m not ready to do that.”
She realized something about this playboy billionaire just then. Past his charming personality and his gorgeous looks, he was still a boy at heart who hadn’t matured. Spoiled little rich boy. Although Tom wasn’t perfect, at least he had a stable job and wanted a stable family – the very thing she’d longed for all her life.
To her, stability and commitment were more important than money. For a brief moment, she felt sorry for the irresponsible billionaire.
FOUR
Breanna finished helpinghim move the furniture around, and by the time they were done, the change was remarkable. Perhaps thirty people could fit in her apartment, now.
She released a deep sigh and scratched her head. “How much time before our guests start arriving?”
He glanced at his gold watch, which looked to be quite expensive. “Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes.” He met her stare. “Why?”
“I need to go change.”
“Go ahead.” He flipped his hand. “I’ll just check on the refreshments.”
She turned and hurried into her bedroom and stripped out of the clothes. After powdering her body with a rose scent, she grabbed the clothes previously set out to wear for tonight. The faded jeans and over-sized shirt would do just fine. She removed the ever-present rubber band and let her hair fall down around her shoulders.
When she entered the living room, Brad lounged on her sofa, but when he saw her, he stood. His gaze combed over every inch of her body. Uncomfortable by his close scrutiny, she folded her arms, trying to hide herself. “Well, I’m ready. Is this casual enough for the party?”
He walked over and stood in front of her, his hand smoothed over his goatee as he gave her a narrowed look. She didn’t like the blank expression on his face, and her heart dropped. Did he think she was too ugly? But then his face brightened and he clapped his hands.
