Chapter 33
ASPEN
“Who’s house is this?” I asked as we walked through the front doors. The ones that were glass and wrought iron and two stories tall. The place was a mega-mansion that looked like it had been professionally styled for an architectural magazine.
“No idea,” he murmured, leaning in close so I could feel his breath fanning my ear. “Did I tell you how gorgeous you look?”
I couldn’t help but smile. The dress his stylist, Franco, picked for me was amazing.
It was one shouldered and fit through the torso, but it flowed long down to my ankles.
In a bright grass green, it was simple, but elegant.
I chose to put my hair up in a loose bun at the nape of my neck with tendrils hanging down.
I skipped jewelry and put on the minimal makeup I brought in my suitcase.
“About five times.”
“That’s all?” With pressure on my waist, he stopped me.
I looked into his eyes. He’d cleaned up too, in tan pants, a pale blue button up shirt that was left untucked.
His hair, his infamous locks, were combed, but still unruly.
He’d shaved and looked sexy and glamourous but not over the top. And he was with me.
“Then I’ll have to keep telling you because that’s not enough.”
I couldn’t help it. I kissed him. Right in the fancy mansion’s foyer.
“There you two are.”
I pulled away, a little embarrassed at being caught. But it was Sam and since he was a little bit of a creep–or that was the vibe I got off him when we met at the house–I didn’t really care. He knew we were dating. Or fake dating. Or he knew I was here to support Luke. Gah. Whatever.
The guys shook hands. “I saw Chris but didn’t get a chance to talk to him. Gonna have to work it, buddy.”
Luke’s eyes took on a determined gleam, very much like that first night we were together, and I told him a man had never made me come. “On it.”
“Just gotta schmooze tonight. Pull out those acting chops.”
Luke took my hand, looked to me. “I can do that.”
“Aspen, too,” Sam said. “For a yoga instructor, you’re gonna need to be a talented actress. Lacey’s out and the whole rehab debacle is forgotten news.”
Oh fuck. From one second to the next, I remembered. I was here for a job. A role. A purpose. Luke squeezed my fingers and led me away and toward the bar. Yeah, I needed a drink.