I peeped a smile at her.
Her eyes bugged. "You got an interview with her?"
"I do. In an hour. Want to come with me?"
She gusted a breath into her cheeks. "I’m a food blogger now, not—"
"You’re still a journalist. Don’t you want to hear some juicy details?"
Though she bit her lip, I knew I had her.
Everyone and their dog was curious about Grainne Ledger. She didn’t crop up in the news all that often, but when she did, it was because she was associated with some fancy schmancy celeb or politician.
"I’ll come with. I just need to get changed."
"You and me both. I’m wearing smart casual."
She nodded. "I have something I can wear. I didn’t bring all my clothes with me, but I should have something suitable."
"If you want to borrow anything, just ask."
"Thanks."
I shot her a grin then darted off to my room to get changed.
I wore one of my power suits: stark black, tailored to my curves, creases so sharp you could cut through butter with them.
I paired the outfit with a set of red heels and a bright-red patent leather purse.
Slipping on my charm bracelet, I tied my hair back in a taut bun, oiled it down so it gleamed, and because I looked hot, I took a picture and sent it to Aidan.
Aidan:Someone’s ready for war.
Me:Don’t you know it.
Aidan:Or bed. Do I mean bed?
Me::P You’re not here, so it’s definitely war.
Aidan:You look hot. Don’t change until I get home.
I laughed.
Me:Sure.
Aidan:You taking Cassie with you?
I knew Aidan didn’t like having Cassie in our space, and I got it. It wasn’t ideal having an almost-stranger-cum-old-friend hanging around, but I wasn’t going to let her be on her own. Not now that she was back in my life.
Me:I am.
Aidan:I’ll inform Grainne of the change in plan just so she knows and is prepared for a guest.
Me:Thank you.
Aidan:It’s okay. I’ll deal with it. Have fun, little one.
Me:I will