“Come on—you wanted to do the same. Something about him pisses people off.”
“Yeah.” Rage is momentarily thoughtful. “Hard to believe they used to date.”
“They were in high school. I think we all dated some version of Tex in high school.”
He grimaces. “Uh, not me. Definitely not me. Didn’t know you swung that way either.”
I flip him the bird as I get on the treadmill.
After my workout, I’m going to have Luna dig up every single thing there is to find on Tex.
Chapter Twenty
Allora
The flight to Denver is pretty cool since I’ve never been on a helicopter before. We land on a private heli-pad, and there’s a limo waiting to take us to our hotel. Courtney is staying while we’re here since she apparently has friends in town, and then we’ll fly back together on Sunday.
In the meantime, I have a pretty full schedule and my first event is tonight.
Landon and I are sharing a suite, which is both soothing and nerve-wracking. We haven’t been alone together since our kiss at the apartment and that was five days ago. The suite is a one-bedroom with a pull-out couch in the living room, which is apparently what Landon asked for since he said he needs to be able to see the door at all times.
Chris is staying in the suite next door with Courtney, though theirs is a two-bedroom, so I feel as safe as I possibly can.
Even though I’m not allowed to go anywhere by myself. I understand the reasons why, but it makes it difficult to mingle. Especially tonight.
Alexa Humboldt is one of the top clothing designers in the world, and she’s holding a mixer tonight for industry professionals. It’s a way for all of us to network and socialize. Historically, I get a lot of work from her events, so I’m excited to be here but also a little worried about how I’m going to manage a busy schedule with my current situation.
Shadow Security had to come up with a whole plan for me to be in Denver for four days, and I don’t know how that’s going to work if I’m working somewhere different every couple of days. I mentioned it before we left and Daniil said we’d discuss it when I get back.
Pulling on my favorite cocktail dress, I look in the mirror, trying to decide if people will be able to see what’s left of the bruises. They’re almost gone but there’s some lingering discoloration. I did my best to hide it with makeup but I can still see faint outlines.
“Landon?” I call to him and he comes to the door.
“Yes?”
I suck in a breath when I get my first glimpse of him in a suit.
Fuck, but he’s spectacular.
His shoulders are a mile wide, taking up most of the doorway, and I can’t help but lick my lips as I stare at him. He’s one of those men who’s effortlessly confident, hands in the pockets of his slacks, several buttons open on his dress shirt, his jacket unbuttoned.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “Who taught you how to dress?”
One side of his mouth quirks up. “It was probably Courtney.”
“Remind me to thank her.”
His eyes glitter with amusement. “Who taughtyouto dress?”
“Uh, well, probably all the designers who dressed me when I was modeling.” I turn to face him, and I watch as his eyes rake up and down my body.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
We continue to stare, and I’m not sure what to do.
“We have to go,” he says after a moment.
