I’m glad you’ll be able to keep Brooke company while I’m gone.”
“WHAT?” I mouth towards her.
She grins like a moron. If I didn’t love her so much, I might have given in to my urge to bitch-slap her.
“Shall we meet in the lobby?” Dylan asks.
“Uh . . .” I’m still speechless.
“She’ll be there!” Lindsay shouts, her voice damn near deafening in our close proximity.
Soft chuckles come from his end of the line. “Lindsay?”
“Yeah?” she answers, and thankfully for my ears; it’s much quieter this time.
“Thank you.”
“As long as you show my Brookie a good time, no thanks necessary.”
“Consider it done. See you in a few, Brookie. ” I hear the smile in his voice as he ends the call.
“I guess I should have just handed you the phone, seeing as you took it upon yourself to make plans for me.” I glare at Lindsay, ignoring the fact that the idea of spending an afternoon with Dylan has my heart picking up speed inside my chest.
Her loon-like grin is back, and I know she’s mentally high-fiving herself.
I scratch the side of my face with my middle finger, because let’s face it, my best friend is one nosey hooker.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re in Lindsay’s hotel room. I’m sitting on the bed, and she’s running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.
“How long are you going to give me the stink eye?” Lindsay asks as she tosses a few essentials in her purse.
“Long enough for you to understand that you shouldn’t butt your nosey ass into my business.”
She tosses a random tube of lipstick at my head. “Oh, get over yourself. I was doing you a favor. You wanted to say yes, I just needed to give you a push in the right direction.”
“A push? More like you shoved me off a skyscraper!”
“If he’s what’s waiting at the bottom of that proverbial skyscraper, then I’d be jumping—willingly if I were you. Hell, I’d be jumping naked, tits out and bouncing all over the place.” She has the audacity to wink in my direction.
I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face.
She ignores my sighs and strides into the walk-in closet. Yes, walk-in closet, fancy fucking digs for sure. My room is a replica of hers, and it’s obvious Millie didn’t spare any expenses when she booked it.
“Darling, he’s a really nice guy who just wants to spend some time with you. No expectations,” she calls from behind the door. “Anyway, I don’t know why you’re second-guessing this. A blind man could have seen the crazy chemistry flowing between you two. And for the record, I’m fully supporting you exploring that chemistry. You’re in Paris. Let your hair down.”
“My hair is down.” I twirl a lock around my finger.
“Oh, don’t get pissy with me. Now isn’t the time to be rational, now is the time to forget about everything and do whatever the hell you want.”
She makes it sound so damn easy. Is it really that easy?
“Now, how does this look?” She steps out of the closet looking every bit of the model she is.
I cock an eyebrow. “Where exactly are you going?”
“I’m meeting with this up-and-coming designer who wants me for their big, fall launch.”
“But I thought you canceled everything?”
“Well, I did, but since you got asked out on a date, I decided, why the hell not kill two birds with one stone? You’ll get some much-needed privacy, and I’ll get some work done in the process.”
She walks over to the bed, sitting beside me. “And just to be clear, I’m not judging, I’m not saying a fucking thing about anything. What happens in Paris, stays in Paris. It’s no one’s business what or who you do here. Not Ember’s, not Jamie’s, no one’s.” She stands up, kisses my cheek, and says, “Don’t think too much about it, Brooke. Now is not the time to overthink, now is the time to let the fuck go.”
Once Lindsay is out the door, I’m left twiddling my thumbs. I change my outfit ten times, and finally choose comfort
“WHAT?” I mouth towards her.
She grins like a moron. If I didn’t love her so much, I might have given in to my urge to bitch-slap her.
“Shall we meet in the lobby?” Dylan asks.
“Uh . . .” I’m still speechless.
“She’ll be there!” Lindsay shouts, her voice damn near deafening in our close proximity.
Soft chuckles come from his end of the line. “Lindsay?”
“Yeah?” she answers, and thankfully for my ears; it’s much quieter this time.
“Thank you.”
“As long as you show my Brookie a good time, no thanks necessary.”
“Consider it done. See you in a few, Brookie. ” I hear the smile in his voice as he ends the call.
“I guess I should have just handed you the phone, seeing as you took it upon yourself to make plans for me.” I glare at Lindsay, ignoring the fact that the idea of spending an afternoon with Dylan has my heart picking up speed inside my chest.
Her loon-like grin is back, and I know she’s mentally high-fiving herself.
I scratch the side of my face with my middle finger, because let’s face it, my best friend is one nosey hooker.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re in Lindsay’s hotel room. I’m sitting on the bed, and she’s running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off.
“How long are you going to give me the stink eye?” Lindsay asks as she tosses a few essentials in her purse.
“Long enough for you to understand that you shouldn’t butt your nosey ass into my business.”
She tosses a random tube of lipstick at my head. “Oh, get over yourself. I was doing you a favor. You wanted to say yes, I just needed to give you a push in the right direction.”
“A push? More like you shoved me off a skyscraper!”
“If he’s what’s waiting at the bottom of that proverbial skyscraper, then I’d be jumping—willingly if I were you. Hell, I’d be jumping naked, tits out and bouncing all over the place.” She has the audacity to wink in my direction.
I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face.
She ignores my sighs and strides into the walk-in closet. Yes, walk-in closet, fancy fucking digs for sure. My room is a replica of hers, and it’s obvious Millie didn’t spare any expenses when she booked it.
“Darling, he’s a really nice guy who just wants to spend some time with you. No expectations,” she calls from behind the door. “Anyway, I don’t know why you’re second-guessing this. A blind man could have seen the crazy chemistry flowing between you two. And for the record, I’m fully supporting you exploring that chemistry. You’re in Paris. Let your hair down.”
“My hair is down.” I twirl a lock around my finger.
“Oh, don’t get pissy with me. Now isn’t the time to be rational, now is the time to forget about everything and do whatever the hell you want.”
She makes it sound so damn easy. Is it really that easy?
“Now, how does this look?” She steps out of the closet looking every bit of the model she is.
I cock an eyebrow. “Where exactly are you going?”
“I’m meeting with this up-and-coming designer who wants me for their big, fall launch.”
“But I thought you canceled everything?”
“Well, I did, but since you got asked out on a date, I decided, why the hell not kill two birds with one stone? You’ll get some much-needed privacy, and I’ll get some work done in the process.”
She walks over to the bed, sitting beside me. “And just to be clear, I’m not judging, I’m not saying a fucking thing about anything. What happens in Paris, stays in Paris. It’s no one’s business what or who you do here. Not Ember’s, not Jamie’s, no one’s.” She stands up, kisses my cheek, and says, “Don’t think too much about it, Brooke. Now is not the time to overthink, now is the time to let the fuck go.”
Once Lindsay is out the door, I’m left twiddling my thumbs. I change my outfit ten times, and finally choose comfort
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