He looks at me with a devilish grin, one that doesn’t need words to tell me that I don’t need to wear anything at all.
“Casual but nice,” he finally says.
I smile. “I think I can figure something out.”
Brett reaches for me and runs his fingers through the hair over my shoulder.
“You’ve got the nice part down already.” He winks at me. “I’ll see you later.”
He walks away, and I go to the elevator to ride to my room. I’m curious about what Brett has in mind. He’s mysterious and sweet, and I like it when he takes me on little adventures like this.
When I walk to my room to pick something out, I can’t stop smiling.