I look back and see that Vivienne didn’t follow me, so I walk back, and she is standing there reading the wall where I have all the rules and regulations. “There you are,” I tell her, and she looks back at me.

“Some of these rules make me laugh.” She points out the one about dogs in heat. “So if I’m in heat, I can’t come?” She shakes her head. “That defeats the purpose of being in heat.”

I shake my head, and I’m about to kiss her when Tracy comes back into the room. “Okay, so for tomorrow, it starts at one. You should get here maybe by twelve thirty to mingle. There will be little appetizers,” she says, looking from me to Vivienne. “It’s going to last until maybe four or five, depending. The ribbon cutting will be at three. The press will be here, so you can expect pictures.” Her phone rings, making her stop talking, and she answers it right away. “Hello, one second.” She turns back to me. “Dinner tomorrow, do you have any plans?”

“I do,” I tell her. “I’ll be available for the afternoon, but I have plans after that.” She nods at me and then walks away.

“You really don’t have to,” Vivienne says, looking at me. “I can stay at the hotel while you do your thing.”

“I have you all to myself for three days. Do you really think I’m going to give up that time?” I say, and she smiles. “Now, shall we go back and rest?”

“If that is code for let’s go back so you can eat me”—she winks—“then yes please.”

Chapter Nineteen

Vivienne

“We are going to be late.” I hear him from the bedroom while I slip on my metallic pink heels. I look in the mirror and put a hand to my stomach. Suddenly, I’m nervous as hell. It’s his big day, and I want to support him in any way I can. After we left his store, we came back to the room and got lost in each other over and over again. So much that we didn’t leave the room. We ate on the terrace with my legs over his, and then I climbed into his lap, and we had sex while the jazz band played on in the distance.