Wes’ invitation had her... overwhelmed with nerves, if Violet was honest with herself. But he had been nice when they had worked on the song, and Vi wasn’t the sort to believe the rumors, even if they were salacious and abundant. But he’d been encouraging and engaging and inspirational when they’d recorded ‘Exile’ and part of her had really liked the time spent with him. Surely he didn’t have nefarious motives. Then again, a hot tub...
While still arguing with herself over it, her body seemed to have other ideas as it was quickly walking through her flat changing into her bathing suit and throwing easy jeans, a tee, and a flannel over it to make it look like maybe she wasn’t trying too hard. Not that she wanted to think about why she might care what he might think either way. No, that was an internal argument for another evening.
Without coming to a conclusion, she found herself floo’ing to the address he’d sent with butterflies in her belly. Wes was harmless, surely, she told herself one last time stepping out of his fireplace.