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I sat up. “Two? In the afternoon? Oh, no. I’m sorry.”
It had been a restless night. I tossed and turned, got up, worked on my designs, and sent emails before trying to sleep again. I hadn’t expected to miss so much of the day during his visit.
Xander waved dismissively. “It’s fine. Ben took me out for breakfast. After that, I walked around the Louvre with Wyatt, and then we returned to his place for a while.”
“Oh…ohh. Did you have sex with him?”
Xander grin turned sheepish. “Not yet.”
I reached over to feel his forehead. “Are you sick?”
He gently pushed my hand away. “Ha. No. I actually enjoy talking with him. We ended up showing each other our work—it was more like fashion foreplay. But now that you’re up, I want to know what happened that had you running out of Hayden’s place like there was a fire.”
I harrumphed. “Well, he gave me a tour. You would die for his studio; I mean, whoa…we talked and he sketched me.”
“Oh, he did, did he? Hmm.” Xander cocked a brow. “Was it real talent as an artist, or was it a ruse to flirt?”
“A bit of both.”I pushed my hair back from my face.
“It was pretty obvious he was interested. Wyatt and I knew he only invited us over to spend time with you, and I knew you wouldn’t go unless we went along.”
I pursed my lips. “That’s right, and now I wish we just went home.”
I threw the covers off and stomped to the bathroom to shower. Hayden’s opinions haunted my thoughts and disturbed my sleep. He probably had Paul worried I would pull away, and it had me thinking I was still in an arrangement. One he was more than willing to free me of for himself. He seemed sympathetic, but how sympathetic was he to the women in his life when he made a pass at me? Unbelievable.
Xander was on a call when I returned to the bedroom, and I changed into a T-shirt and jeans.
He tutted and put his phone in his pocket. “Where are the bespoke clothes? I mean, seriously. You’re just letting it all hang out.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. “So? We’re going out to hang; what’s your problem?”
“You dress better when Paul’s around. I mean, what do you do when your man’s here?”
I smirked. “Him.”
Xander laughed. “Oh, I like that one. So you hate Hayden now, but you were away with him for a while so it couldn’t have been all bad. I mean, damn, he’s hot. If I had a free pass and could keep Paul, I’d let him fuck me until I passed out.”
I rolled my eyes. “Go right ahead.” If I told him Hayden kissed me, he might accidentally tell Wyatt or make a big deal about it. I hadn’t expected it or wanted it.
“You’re annoyed about something. We’re not going anywhere until you tell me.”
I lifted my shoulder and brushed my hair. “We talked, and he’s a bit like me. He had a teen mom, but he went to foster care. I was impressed by his studio and all he’s accomplished, you know. He’s on top right now.”
“Yes, but fashion is fluid. It changes daily. He’s relevant now—”
“And that’s why he is cross-collaborating. He’s making fashion that can become timeless.”
“Oh, la-di-da.” Xander put his hands on his hips. “You’ve become a mega-fan overnight.”
“Not at all.” I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. He caught it, stretched out on the bed, and put it under his head.
“But you’re attracted….” Xander teased.
I scrunched up my face. “I was a little curious. Until he tried to tell me Paul was mistreating me.”
“Oh, let me guess, Hayden said he’d treat you better? It’s right out of the players handbook. He must have followed that up with something.” Xander looked at me hard, and I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’ll let it go, but I already know you, Nadia. You don’t get haughty unless a guy made a move.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I brushed my hair vigorously. “I called Paul and asked if we could go to Germany.”
