A new wave of insecurity rushes through me. “Um, I, um… don’t have anything to wear.” Even if I had access to my full wardrobe right now, I doubt I’d have anything appropriate to wear. Do I even own a cocktail dress? A fancy outfit?
But Uri waves his hand in my face unconcernedly. “I’ll send something up for you in half an hour or so.”
I balk. “Half an hour?”
He’s looking down at this phone and typing fast. “Uh-huh.”
I narrow my eyes, not that it does any good because he’s still not looking at me. “You don’t have a stash of clothes that your one-night stands left behind, do you? Because I am not wearing any of their dresses.”
That gets his attention. Except he doesn’t look annoyed so much as endlessly amused. “Why not? Most of my one-night-stands had excellent taste.”
My eyes go wide
