“Hey,” I said. We hadn’t made plans, but somehow I wasn’t surprised to see him here, looking like a runway model for some designer’s summer collection in an unbuttoned gray vest and a turquoise shirt tucked into trousers. “You always look so put together,” I said, unlocking the door. James followed me into my apartment. “Yeah, the company pays for a stylist.” He fingered the vest. “This is all her.” I gave him my back. I had already taken off my fake eyelashes and makeup downstairs, but I was still in my evening gown and needed him to unzip me. “Really? I thought only celebrities had stylists.” I could feel his thumb on my bare back as he pulled down the zipper on my dress. “Those are their high-profile clients. A lot of people who are seen a lot hire them, too, on the DL.” “Now I know.” He turned me around and kissed me.
