"And this is where you are sleeping, Cupcake," I said and opened the door to my bedroom. "No, you aren't sleeping in the bed with me. I do have a comfortable couch bed that you are going to be using while you are here."

"Awww, that sucks," Drew said with a small pout on his face, even though there was a small smirk that wanted to appear on his lips while he closed the door behind him. "Now, why am I sleeping in here with you when your sister could easily sleep in here with you?"

"Because of the stuff in the closet," I said and walked over to my bed so that I could set my duffel down before I clean it out. "No, I do not have any sex stuff or whatever else you are thinking about in there. It is stuff for my job that I am doing, which my sister still doesn't know anything about."

"Can I see?" Drew asked and walked over to the couch, where I told him he would be sleeping. He set his duffel down before he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What all do you have in there?"

"Dresses, shirts, pants, hats, scarves, and other things that have basically piled up in there over the years of me doing this." I shrugged and bit back a small grimace. "I am going to be donating most of them during Christmas to this place that I go to every year."

"Why?" Drew asked. "Why don't you just sell the pieces you have in your closet? Don't you want to make money from them?"

I shook my head no and walked over to my closet with Drew following me. "They're sometimes one of a kind pieces, or the design just didn't work for me, which is why they are in here." I opened the closet so that he could look at them, and his eyes went huge at the amount of stuff that I had accumulated that year alone. "If you see something you like, go ahead and take it."

Drew looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Take something from a Caprien? Do you know what my mother is going to say when she sees me with something of yours?" he asked instead of commenting about how much stuff I had in there.

"Well, I am sure that she is going to say that you are into me," I said sarcastically. "I think she is going to say that I have you whipped."

"Which isn't far from the truth," Drew said and moved closer to me. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my braid and pressed a kiss to my lips, and I kissed him back. "You do have me whipped," he whispered against them before he placed another kiss on my lips.

I snorted and pulled away from him. "Go ahead and see if there is anything you want," I said. "I am going to go ahead and see what my grandmother had cooked for us because I didn't eat that much at the get together with my team."

"Are you going to invite your group here, or are you just going to let it be?" Drew asked and watched me start to make my way to my bedroom door. "Or are you going to do an extra long one next weekend?"

"I don't know," I said and shrugged, biting back a small grimace. "It all has to deal with family, house, and everything else. I know that I could have something here, but I don't want people to complain about me being loud. It's bad enough we have a "full house" when it is mainly me that stays here."

"And what do you do when it is just you? Do you just start making random clothes for different people?"

"Basically," I said and shrugged. "I don't do a lot at home besides sketching out items that I want to try to do or whatever. This is where the magic happens. I make it and then do a test run for which group of people I want to make it for. Rejects also come in here to get a different life as something else."

"And if that doesn't work, then what do you do with them?"

"I make doll clothes out of the rejects or whatever," I said. "There are kids with barbies here, and I give it to them for free. Other stuff has been made into ribbons or other things that people wear, so nothing goes to waste."

"Have you made blankets and other stuff like that too?" Drew asked, and I nodded. He looked at my closet and then looked at me, looking quite impressed. "Are there some in the closet?"

I nodded again. "There are some completed ones and then not completed. I have been making a quilt using whatever fabric that I have found and used for something. I do not know when I am going to be done with that, but it is getting large."

"Can I see it?" Drew asked and looked in the closet before he looked at me. Curiosity filled his eyes, and I could tell that he was mildly impressed as to what I had accomplished over the years of doing this.

"Be my guest," I said and gestured toward the closet. "Just don't let anything out of the room, please. I trust Clarissa, but I don't trust her. I don't want her to know that I am behind the Caprien brand, not yet at least."

"Then nothing will come out of my mouth or the room until the coast is clear," Drew promised and nodded. "I will not say a word to anyone about this because I do not want to get stabbed or worse." He flashed me a small smirk and a wink, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and scowl.

"And what is worse than getting stabbed?" I asked, growing annoyed with him. I folded my arms across my chest and jutted out a hip. "What am I supposed to be stabbing you with?"

"I don't know, a needle?" He shrugged and grimaced, pressing his lips into a thin line. "It could be a sword, but I will leave that up to you because whatever you do or stab me with, I know that I won't like it at all."