Like this one.

I grab Dash’s hand and hold on tightly as I answer the phone with my other. “Hello?” I start, swallowing back my nerves. “Oh, Portia, great to hear from you.”

I listen as she speaks. “Uh uh,” I murmur. “Yup. Sure. I understand.”

Finally, I hang up.

“Well?” Dash asks, and I realize, everyone else is watching too, waiting for my answer.

“They’re going to stock me!” I cry.

Dash whoops, picking me up and spinning me around. The others all crowd around, congratulating me.

“I’m so happy for you!” Piper hugs me.

“Gregory will be green with jealousy!” Lorelei crows.

“It’s just a small order, to start,” I add. “To test in different regions.”

“But that’s what you want,” Seb says immediately. “Better to be a cult hit than go too hard, too fast.”

“He’s right,” Grace agrees. “People always want what they can’t have!”

I catch my breath, still stunned things have taken off so fast. I mean, I had two years of moving in slow-motion, fighting for every break, but now, it’s like my career hit warp speed.

“You did it, babe.” Dash says, kissing my forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

I hug him, feeling a fierce glow. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” And not just his investment, either, but his confidence and support.

“Eh, you definitely could have,” Dash says. “But I’ll take it.”

“See?” I grin, feeling on top of the world. “I told you when we met, it wasn’t only makeup.”

He groans, laughing. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“You’re not the one who nearly hurled herself off the platform to save a sample box,” I smile back.

“Well, it worked out pretty well, don’t you think?” he asks.

“We’ll see about that,” I smirk, before dropping my voice to mimic his tone. “Later.”

After finishing up at the center, the others head back to the bar for some well deserved drinks, but Dash and I head to my place instead. I say I need to change out of my paint-splattered clothes, but I’m sure that nobody buys the excuse for a minute.

The truth is, I can’t wait to be alone with Dash.

And he can’t wait either. The moment we step through the door, his mouth is on mine, and I’m pulling him closer, hands all over his body as we stumble our way to the bedroom, discarding clothes at every turn.

“Zelda wants us in Palm Beach next week,” he tells me, mouth blazing a trail over my bare chest.

“You’re really going to bring up your grandmother at a time like this?” I laugh—which turns to a moan when his lips close around one taut nipple.

“I don’t know, I think she’d approve.” Dash jokes.

“Of this?” I laugh, as I yank his pants down.

“Of us. You know she loves you. Almost as much as I do,” he adds, tumbling me back on the bed.

I sigh with satisfaction—at hearing him say it again, and the fact he’s almost naked. “Another gala?” I ask, as he pins my wrists, rocking against me.