I can’t help the conspiratorial grin that takes over my mouth as Danny groans.
“So?” Pip asks, glancing between the both of us.
I keep my mouth shut as Danny says. “It’s new.”
“This is so exciting.” Pip says practically beaming with glee. “Anyway, the reason I came is to invite you out with me and Cassie tonight. Anya, of course, you’re more than welcome to come.”
Danny and I share a glance.
He clears his throat. “We don’t usually,” –he runs his hands through his hair–“go out.”
Tamping down on the disappointment rising in my belly, I say, “Honestly don’t worry about me! You guys go and enjoy!” I hope they can hear my exclamation marks.
Danny’s lip twitches and Pip buts in. “We’ll just find somewhere private. Cassie is staying with her awful mother, in a room, not a suite. But maybe we could meet here?” She glances around the room.
Danny nods in agreement before my mouth blurts, “We can use my place.”
Danny looks at me with a blinding smile.
“Perfect,” Pip exclaims, clapping her hands. “Text me the address and I’ll see you there.” In a flurry Pip clasps my hands and presses kisses to my hot cheeks.
As soon as the door closes, Danny laughs at me. I throw a cushion at him and cover my face with my hands.
He catches it. “You are so cute.”
I moan helplessly behind my palms. “Please tell me I haven’t invited a supermodel over to my apartment tonight.”
“You haven’t invited a supermodel to your apartment.” He tugs my hands away from my face and maneuvers me so I’m perched on his lap. “You invited a supermodel and her pop star best friend.”
I look at him confused. “Huh?”
“Cassie.” Danny says slowly as if I should know who–
“Shut the fuck up,” I shout, shooting to my feet. “Cassandra?” Cassandra —Cassie— is currently the biggest selling female artist, selling out stadium tours and crashing ticketing systems. And she’s coming tomyapartment.
“Oh my god. I’m going to throw up.” Danny tugs me into his arms.
“They’re both harmless,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“We weren’t supposed to tell anyone,” I mumble into his shirt, as his arms come around me and pull me tighter.
“Pip already knew something was up,” he admits. I look up at him and rest my chin on his chest. He looks up, “She’s been bugging me for a few weeks now. She says I sound happy or something like that.” He won’t look me in the eye but my mouth widens with glee.
“I make you sound happy?” I ask.
He tugs my hair, tilting my head back.
“Or something like that.” He brushes his lips to mine and I sink into his arms. I pull him closer until we’re moving, the back of my thighs hitting the mattress.
He cradles me as I fall backwards, his fingers tracing the sliver of skin between my shirt and jeans.
***
Danny sufficiently distracted me from the impending disaster, but now as I race around my apartment picking up random bits of clutter and desperately cleaning the bathroom, I can’t help but spiral.
“I’ve never seen you like this,” Danny says, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom as I frantically clean the shower. “I highly doubt Cassie will need to shower, but I’m sure she will appreciate the effort.”
I glare at him. “You are so not funny. You could always help.”
