“I tried to wash it off,” explained Daisy. “I thought it would be just us having dinner, Max. You and me. Privately. In your hotel room.”
Cresilla sucked in a dramatic breath. “Call security.”
“What is she talking about?” asked Clementine, in a scandalized tone.
“People are looking at us,” snapped Cresilla.
“This is my friend, Daisy.” I glared at Cresilla. “I invited her.”
Daisy turned to me with a hurt look. I hadn’t introduced her as my girlfriend.
“Join us,” I insisted.
She pivoted, hurrying toward the restaurant’s exit.
Gillian had invested an enormous amount of time and money into the Turnip Toff investment—all on my behalf.
Still, my loyalty lay with Daisy.
I flew after her, following the confused stares of people who’d clearly seen the clown girl. I caught a glimpse of her purple wig heading out the hotel’s front door.
I dashed outside into the chill of the evening air.
She was standing on the edge of the curb. When I caught up, I recognized the Uber app on her phone.
“Cancel it,” I said.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I have to go, Max. Don’t make this more difficult than it already is.”
“You caught me by surprise, that’s all. With your…” I pointed to her wig.
“I wasn’t planning on turning up here like this. The models were hogging the makeup remover. One thing you don’t prepare for is having half a ton of waterproof clown makeup smothered all over you.”
“I always have some in my glove compartment,” I joked. “But that’s just me.”
She didn’t laugh. “I figured I’d take it off in your room.”
“Okay, I take it back,” I said with a smile. “This dare really is the most hazardous one so far.”
“Why did you invite me to dinner with a beautiful woman? It doesn’t take a genius to see why I wasn’t even told.”
“I didn’t know she’d be here.”
“So, you do find her beautiful, then?”
Oh, shit, I’d walked into that one.
“You know what I was thinking when I saw you, Daisy?”
She threw up her hands. “Go on, then, tell me.”
“That you were still the most beautiful woman in the room.”
Her eyes teared up. “I don’t believe you.”