There is some emergency at the boy's work that could not wait. Not even long enough to drop me off at home, so I could at least change or better yet, not go at all. So, here I am walking through the shiny, pristine, polished lobby full of top models and gorgeous women... and I am in Zane's sweatpants. As if I haven't gotten enough kicks to the already damaged ego this week. My hand is wrapped in Zane's is the only thing keeping me from completely freaking out.
Some tall blond woman named Ingrid, with way too much makeup, meets us in the lobby. She thankfully hands me a change of clothes and directs me to a private bathroom to change into.
Zane kisses me on the cheek before he walks away with Brendon to an elevator. Brendon, who has been exceedingly quiet all morning, looks at us with a
