Chapter Six
Lily was antsy with excitement waiting for the movers to arrive.
That morning, Brandon had finagled out of her tank top and boxer shorts to have his wicked way with her. Then he’d kissed her soundly, wished her luck on her move, and headed to the office.
She’d packed what little she had at Brandon’s, lugged it to a waiting taxi, and took the twenty-minute drive to her new apartment.
She was able to get some shelf liner down when, finally, the van arrived. It took little time to get her stuff off the truck, and then her real work began.
Her new place was mostly neutral—grays and beiges. She knew without a doubt she’d need to work in some color. She didn’t do blah. The carpet looked pretty new, and granite countertops were added to the kitchen. The bathroom hadn’t been updat
