“You don’t have to work or something?” I asked.
“Who works on the weekends?”
“Rich people do.”
“Well, good thing I’m not one of those then,” he said with a wink.
Kallie giggled as she rolled over onto her back. Her stomach was full of smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels. The mimosas they had shared were beginning to seep into her veins. A day with Ash sounded phenomenal, and she didn’t have anything going on. She wasn’t due back at work for another couple of days. What else was she going to do with her time.
“Okay,” she said. “But I have to go home and change.”
“Not if you don’t want to,” he said.
“I took a shower, yes. But my clothes are sweaty. I’d like to not put those back on.”
“Not what I meant,” he said.
“Then what do you mean?”
“So, when my father divorced his second wife, she left behind a closet full of clothes. If they fit you right, you can help yourself.”
“She just ... left clothes?” Kallie asked as she caught his stare.
“Welcome to why I don’t like the rich. Come on. Let’s go see if something fits.”
Kallie felt his hand slide into hers and she giggled as he helped her out of bed. She clung to the sheet around her body, walking through his massive penthouse apartment. They walked across the hallway into another gigantic room, and when Ash threw open the closet door she gasped.
The entire closet was easily the size of the living room, and it was packed to the brim with women’s clothes. Beautiful fabrics. All sorts of colors and designs. Kallie was speechless as she stepped into the illuminated space. The sheet dragged behind her as she gawked at the designer shoes. Valentino heels and Oscar de la Renta boots. René Caovilla and Jimmy Choo and Gucci.
The woman left behind Gucci heels.
Her fingers glossed over the fabrics as she lost herself in the sea of clothing. Silk and lace and full-length gowns. Slim-fit pants and beautiful flowing blouses and rows of jewelry. Designer sunglasses. Hair clips studded in diamonds.
Kallie turned back around to Ash and found him grinning at her.
“How in the world could she just ... leave all this stuff?” she asked.
She watched Ash shrug as he pushed his scantily clad body off the doorframe of the entrance.
“My dad’s second wife left with millions in the divorce. Four hundred, if I remember correctly.”
“Four hundred million dollars?” Kallie asked.
“She probably bought all-new stuff,” he said.
“So why is it still here? Why didn’t your father get rid of it?”
“My guess? There are a few empty spots in the jewelry drawers. Some sunglasses that went missing. Some shoes that left dusty spots behind. My guess?”
“He wouldn’t,” Kallie said.
“He was probably regifting them to the woman who’s now his third wife,” he said with a grin.
“Oh that’s bad. She’ll kill him if she finds out.”
“Probably not. She’s as petty as they come. As long as it’s pretty and shiny, she doesn't care what its origins are.”
“What morals,” Kallie said flatly.