Chay looked down at her phone, then shook her head. "Uh… no. My advisor should be here in a minute. I'm waiting for him."
Queen arched a brow and leaned against the back of the couch, folding her arms. "Your advisor, huh? How capable is he?"
"He's actually an ex professor turned branding consultant. My dad referred him."
Queen's eyes twinkled. "Hmmm…. You talked to your dad. Speaking of have you… spoken to Drake since the wedding?"
Chay hesitated just a moment too long before answering. "Yes. He was here a few days ago. I missed all his calls, and he got worried. Thought maybe I'd been kidnapped or something. Everything okay?"
Queen sighed. "He refuses to move into my condo," she said with a dramatic flare of indignation. "I didn't even know he could be that stubborn. It's infuriating and… kind of hot."
Chay shrugged. "Maybe try showing him the benefits."
