Page 45 of Dark Love

Vex walks into the closet. Well, I hope it’s the closet. There are several doors in this room and the only one I know for sure is the bathroom.

What do I do now?

My clothing wasn’t in his bathroom.

And it wasn’t in my purse.

I can hardly go out to eat wearing his t-shirt.

What do I do?

Sneak out. One of the other doors has to lead to the way out of his place. I’ll sneak out, hop in a cab, and never see him again.

Can I hop in a cab looking like this?

The cab is more likely to drop me off at the police station or hospital than my own home.

Not to mention I’d die of embarrassment if a single person saw me looking like this. I could steal Vex’s sheet and make a toga. That shouldn’t be too hard. We did it for spirit week in high school all the time.

Except I never participated in that day. Togas don’t get along well with my body.

What do I do?

Vex steps back into the room with a couple of hangers slung over his shoulder. “I’ll go use the guest bathroom. Take all the time you need.”

Time for what? It’s not like I have anything to wear. “Um.” Embarrassment forces my eyes to the duvet. “Do you—Um…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need…my um…” Just say it. You slept next to this man for two days. He’s seen you at your worst. “Where are my clothes?”

“I threw them out.”

What?

“Didn’t think you’d ever want to wear them again?”

I probably didn’t, but one kind of needs clothing. “Um… what am I going to wear?”

He stands there staring at me for a long moment.

Only a man. Seriously, only a man would be completely oblivious to the fact that I need clothing to wear outside.

“I’ll order some for you. We’ll go out to lunch and have something delivered for breakfast.”

Order clothing? “Um. Ordering clothing isn’t like ordering a pizza.” Especially for women like me. Maybe if you were model thin, you could just say order me a size two and get away with it. Nothing comes in standard sizes for me. I’m all over the charts. It usually takes me trying on fifty pairs of pants to find one that’s halfway decent. “Yeah, that isn’t going to work. I’ll just get a cab and go home.” Dying of embarrassment the entire time.

“No.”

His sharp tone has my head popping up. What does he mean no?

“You’ll find something in my closet, and we’ll go buy you an outfit to wear.”

Your closet!

We’ll go buy me an outfit!

Vex is crazy. And I thought I was insane. He’s gone around the bend. I can’t just figure out something to wear from his closet. It’s impossible. “Um. That’s okay.”

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