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“Schmulian called today. He wants to have dinner tonight, at our place.”
“Our place?”
“Well, my place,” he said. “He assumed we lived together, naturally.”
“But we just had dinner with them last night. What’s the deal?”
“I’ve got no idea. My only guess is that it’s a test to see if we’re really living together.”
“Who said we were?” I asked.
“After seven months?”
“Five,” I corrected him.
He took my hand. “I think this is just part of the testing.”
“You think? That’s what this is all about?”
“It’s important,” he said. “It’ll make a better impression, don’t you think?”
He was probably right. We would look more committed that way.
I had to acknowledge the logic. “Okay, I guess, but I’ll need to bring a lot of stuff if it’s going to look like I live there.” I had already assembled several boxes of clothes before I had decided I wasn’t going to be jerked around by him and stopped.
He followed me into the bedroom.
I went to the closet and pulled several more tops out, laying the hangers on the bed. I added a few more skirts, and when I turned around to lay them on the bed, I found him examining pairs of my panties.
“Stop that.”
He had decided to help himself to my underwear drawer.
“Just trying to help——picking out the ones my girlfriend would wear.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Romeo, but I don't have any crotchless underwear.” I’d thrown out the pair of Hot Love Crotchless panties Vivienne had given me last Christmas.
He held up a pair of matching red and black thongs. “These are nice.” He gave me a wicked smile.
They were sheer thongs, which Vivienne had also gotten me. A reminder to be more adventurous, she’d said.
I hadn't dared to wear them yet. They didn’t hide anything, not a thing.
He added them to the open box on my bed.
I didn't have the energy to object right now. They could sit in a drawer at his place as easily as they could sit in a drawer here.
After fifteen minutes, we had quite a large pile between the clothes on hangers and the boxes and bags of T-shirts and sweatshirts, underwear and jeans.
I went to the bathroom and finished packing up the essentials I'd need. They didn't all fit in one bag. I went out to get another grocery bag from the kitchen.
Liam carried the clothes to the front door.
It took us several trips to get everything downstairs to street level. Since it obviously wouldn't all fit in his sleek little car, he called an Uber, which we loaded to the gills with my clothes.
* * *
His doorman watchedthe cars while the Uber driver and Liam's concierge helped us get everything upstairs. Two trips was all it took.
