Or at least what I imagined her room might look like if she was kick-ass modern woman who lived in the lap of luxury and had killer taste. Yup, this room was larger than my entire apartment. I started to feel very small and insignificant. Marco was still leading me through, to another set of doors and pushed those open revealing a walk in closet that was the size of living room and kitchen combined. Wall to wall, there were clothes hanging on those really nice wood hangers, not the cheapy plastic ones. They lined the walls in a rainbow of colors and fabrics. It took my breath away. Marco turned to me, watching my expression with a quirky smile. I was still looking past him when something hit me. Three fourths of the closet was woman’s clothes. Only one side had men’s suits, dress shirts and pants hanging neatly. Who the hell did these clothes belong to? Oh shit, did I just blow a married man in the back of a car?
