Chapter Thirteen
Amenities
At seven
o’clock, there was a knock on Rosalie’s door. Opening it, she found Alex on her
doorstep wearing a pressed collared shirt open a few buttons at the top and a
nice pair of slacks. Her hair had been brushed—Rosalie could tell because the
curls were extra poufy—and Rosalie smelled something halfway between perfume
and cologne.
Rosalie felt
underdressed in her jeans and plain shirt. She looked down and mumbled
something before she asked if she could have a few minutes to change.
“No, you
look great,” Alex said.
“But you
look so nice...”
Alex
shrugged. “I figured you wouldn’t want me in my sweaty work clothes.”
Rosalie bit
her lip over a small smile. She’d only ever been around Alex in her sweaty work
clothes, and she didn’t mind it one bit
