“Oh, yes. I’m having a great time and so is everyone else. Just look at them.” Amanda glanced around the room. “They’re smiling and laughing. That’s usually a good sign the party is a success.”
Breanna sighed. “Good. I’ve never done this before.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job.”
Relief washed over her. “Thanks.” She tilted her head as she glanced at Brad who stood in a small group. “Amanda, what do you know about Brad?”
“Probably everything. What do you want me to tell you?”
Breanna shrugged and folded her arms. “He hasn’t told me that much about himself, but what he’s said makes me wonder what he does for a living.”
Amanda chuckled. “Everything and anything.”
Breanna scowled. “That’s what he said, too, but it doesn’t tell me what I want to know. What exactly has made him a billionaire?”
“He models on occasions, and I’m sure he does other things, but I’m not quite sure what.”
“Yes, he told me that, but he must do something else. How else would he be able to travel the world and party so much?”
Amanda shrugged. “Unless he lives off his father’s money.”
Sadly, Breanna shook her head. “That’s what I wondered, too, but it doesn’t makes sense. Terry told me that Brad is richer than Todd.”
“I just don’t know.” Amanda sighed. “I think Brad doesn’t talk about himself very much because he doesn’t want women to love him for his money, and not for his charming personality.”
“I understand that very well. It’s it funny how easy it is for people to misjudge you just because of your appearance.”
The laughter in Amanda’s eyes disappeared and she nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“Well, I’m definitely not the kind of person who judges others like that.”
Amanda patted her arm. “No, you’re not. You have a huge heart, Breanna. Something a lot of us at work need to get.”
As Breanna’s co-worker ambled away, Breanna looked differently at Brad. Did he want people to take him seriously? Apparently he didn’t, and that’s probably why he partied so much. Perhaps one of these days he’d change his ways and settle down, get married, and have a family. Breanna just didn’t see that happening any time soon.
She turned and left the living room to wander throughout the rest of the house. Thankfully, people were not destroying her apartment as she’d feared. Although she could say her guests were not destructive, she couldn’t say they were clean. She wondered if they’d been taught how to pick up after themselves.
In the kitchen, she threw away the empty liquor bottles, and continued to straighten up a bit. Her efforts would be wasted until the party ended, but she had to do something to keep her mind off the very intriguing man in the other room. It confused her the way her body responded to Brad. It’d been so long since her stomach had experienced these fluttering sensations, and she didn’t want it to end.
But it had to end.
Slowly, she drifted back into the living room and leaned against the wall. Right away she noticed him dancing with a beautiful blonde who had the hourglass figure Breanna had always envied. Brad’s laughter gave evidence to his good mood, and she wished she were the one making him laugh right now.
She grinned the longer she watched, so she quickly wiped the smile off her face. He was definitely a hottie, and undeniably the sweetest man she’d ever met, but there had to be a flaw in him somewhere. Nobody was perfect.
Then she remembered his flaw.
Brad Montgomery was irresponsible. He couldn’t commit to anything unless it was a party. He looked to be around her age, and he was definitely old enough to be responsible, yet he chose not to be. She hated to think of him as lazy, because obviously he wasn’t. Yet his wandering ways took him from one town to the next and probably from one woman to another without a care in the world.
Coming out of her thoughts, she noticed the song had ended and Brad looked her way. A man she didn’t know stood beside him, whispering in Brad’s ear. Brad’s dreamy green eyes were glued on her, and her face flamed from being caught staring again. She quickly looked away. Before too long, her attention strayed back to him. He strode toward her. The grin on his face made her question his actions. Her heart hammered wildly and she hoped he’d ask her to dance again.
Brad walked up to her and braced his hands on the wall behind her, keeping her trapped with his body. His grin turned mischievous.
“Tiger, you naughty little kitten. Why didn’t you tell me there was an indoor swimming pool in the next building?”
His contagious smile made the corners of her mouth lift. “I didn’t tell you because only the occupants of the apartment complex are allowed to use it.”
“You mean we can’t use it? Even though we’re your friends?”
