The sound of my phone wakes me. I grab it quickly and mute the call to avoid waking Eros. Grabbing my shoes, I walk out of the room.
“Hello?” My voice is quiet as I wait.
“Where are you? What happened to don't go in until you arrive?” Clara laughs; I look at my phone, s**t I forgot.
“I'm coming. Don't go in until I get there,” I say, and she laughs. I forgot she had an early shoot this morning; it begins outside before moving inside.
“Okay, okay, I will wait,” she says and hangs up.
I glance down at myself, my dress is in the bedroom, and I slept in his shirt. Sighing, I slip the shoes on, grab my bag and leave. It's like a shirtdress. Sure, it's a man's shirt, but it's fashion. Keeping the phone in my hand, I ensure I watch it in case she rings.
Getting outside, I jump in the taxi a
