As our date grew near, I tried not to think about it and just focus on packing. I pulled out my luggage and packed as much of my clothing, cosmetics and other necessities as I could, and had them ready by the door. Dane would have them taken to his penthouse while we were at dinner. He said he’d have a moving service take care of the rest of my things for me.
It was all kind of overwhelming; not just the idea of moving into his place… but moving out of this one so suddenly. Giving up my independence, in a weird way.
It was only for four months.
That was what I kept telling myself.
And there was more than one bedroom at the penthouse. I could have my own. I’d already asked, and he’d told me there were four bedrooms. The whole living area I’d seen was a mere third or so of the square footage. I could probably live there with Dane and hardly even see him, if I wanted it that way.
As I was putting on my earrings by the mirror in the hallway and trying to mentally prepare for this night—paparazzi, a date with Dane, and sleeping at the penthouse,Jesus—Chaz popped his head out of his bedroom. Because I needed one more thing to worry about.
I could see it in his eyes. I did not want this news, whatever it was.
“Guess what I found,” he said in a strange, deep voice.
“Are you kidding me?”
He sauntered out of his room and hopped up on the kitchen island. He grinned at me, one of his snooty grins. Chaz never smiled with his eyes. Wrinkles, you know.
“You didn’t,” I said, just trying to make it untrue.
“Oh, I did.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“Uh… I’ve seen the man’s face. And his ass. I mean, clothed, but I have a vivid imagination.”
I groaned. “You’re sure it’s him?”
“One-hundred-percent.”
“Ugh.”
“What? Let’s watch it.”
“Uh, no. I am not watching my husband in a sex tape.”
“What!” Chaz hopped off the counter and followed me to the door, watching me put on my sexy date night shoes as he sputtered a bunch of incomplete protests. “Girl.Tell me you’re gonna watch it.”
“Why would I watch it?”
“Because he’s naked. Fucking. In a video.”
I pushed my purse onto my shoulder. “I’m going.”
“Are you sure? We could watch it together,” he practically sang. “I can hold your hand…”
“Nothing would please me less.” I opened the door. “Hold this.”
“You’re seriously not gonna watch it?” he demanded, holding the door open for me.
“No.” I grabbed the handles of my rolling luggage, then sighed. “Okay, fine.Youwatch it and tell me what’s in it.”
He opened his mouth to say something.
“Anddon’tbe graphic. I want no details. Just the basics.”
I headed out the door with my luggage and Chaz followed me into the hall. “Fine. Enjoy your date.”
