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I turned to face her again but said nothing.
“All that fabulous Italian furniture…” she mused. “Did you know the chandelier in the dining room is worth a cool million? The artwork is worth more. I wasn’t really a fan of his taste myself. That iceberg photograph? Very cold. But I did like the view.”
It wasn’t lost on me that she couldn’t know those details unless she’d been inside the penthouse herself. But she was just trying to upset me. She had something against Dane and she was trying to hurt him?
Or, maybe she was upset thatshewasn’t Mrs. Dane Davenport, in line for that juicy alimony?
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
She slipped off her sunglasses and looked me in the eye. “Do you know he’s not the only heir to the Davenport fortune? How do you even know he’ll inherit a thing?”
“You should get out of this building before I call security.”
“You should get out, before it gets worse,” sex tape girl said ominously. She slid her sunglasses back on. Then she walked right past me, out the door.
I watched her go, walking up the sidewalk and disappearing from view.
What the fuck.
I headed out to my waiting car. “Mrs. Davenport,” Darrell said, opening the back door for me.
“Thank you.” I slipped into the backseat and pulled out my phone, while he got in the front and we headed off. I looked for her out the window, but I didn’t see that girl anywhere.
I texted Chaz.
Me:About that tape you found. Can you send me a screenshot of the women’s faces?
Then I realized I should be a little more clear.
Me:JUST their faces. I don’t want to see anything else.
Chaz:Yup. Just got home. I warn you they’re pretty. But in a skanky straight girl way.
Me:Meet me for dinner? I need a drink.
Chaz:Yes girl. Let’s do Italian. I need carbs.
I arrived home to the penthouse that night after dark, to find a woman in the living room. With Dane. They were already coming toward the door when I stepped inside.
She was tall and blonde and stylish, one of those women who was probably forty-something but could pass for thirty-two.
I hoped to be one of those women one day.
“Devi,” Dane greeted me.
“Hi.”
“This is Laurinda,” he said. And I could feel the rush he was in to get her out of here.
“Hello,” I said to her, waiting for him to elaborate on the introductions. Like, who was this woman and why was she in our apartment at almost nine o’clock at night?
At least she didn’t appear to be one of the women from the sex tape, so that was something. Maybe.
“Devi. Nice to meet you,” she said. Then she kissed Dane on the cheek. “We’ll talk,” she told him, then he opened the door for her and she strode out in a damn hurry.
Almost like she knew she wasn’t welcome now that Dane’s wife had come home.
Lovely.
