Fourteen
This place was like something out of a dream, or at least a movie or some glossy lifestyle magazine, the kind that Bailey would never have dreamed of picking up because she knew she couldn’t afford anything in it. After a pretty heavy make-out session on the couch — which she thought might turn into something more, but didn’t — Nasim took her by the hand and showed her the rest of the apartment. There were two bedrooms, both decorated with the same interesting antiques and muted shades of cream and green and rose, a huge bathroom with marble countertops, walls, and floors, and the dining room he had mentioned earlier, one with a table big enough to seat twenty people.
The larger of the two bedrooms had a walk-in closet, and Bailey supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised to fi
