What got me was that Harper had broken up with Mike when she’d discovered that him hitting on another girl. I just didn’t understand girls not getting it when a guy is completely wrong for them.
“Why are we talking about the douche, anyway? I thought we were going to have fun tonight,” Tim said.
“What’s going on tonight?” I asked.
“You guys go back to the hotel and change. We’ll meet you in an hour and go to the dance,” Tami said, taking charge.
“When does Sarah make this all worth my while?” I asked.
“What’s he talking about?” Sarah asked.
“I shared with him that you’d told me that if he got a suite, it would be worth his while. The dumbass purposely misinterpreted what I said,” Wolf explained.
I gave Sarah my sexiest look, which made her laugh.
“I’d say you’re the one who’d better worry,” Harper teased Wolf.
That was the Harper I’d dated. What I’d liked most about her was her sense of humor. Unfortunately, she had no chance to get a rise out of Wolf because he knew how my rule about going after other guys’ girls.
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We dropped the girls off at their dorm for them to change. I told Tami that I’d left keys for the hotel rooms for both her and Sarah at the front desk so that she and her friends could use them freely. I reminded everyone that if they took anything from the mini-bar, they had to pay for it. A bottle of water cost six bucks. They could get a glass and use the sink if they got thirsty.
Tami had made it clear to me that Harper was going to the dance stag. The thought of her put a smile on my face as we entered the hotel. Despite our breakup, and her dating Mike, she remained one of my favorite girls at Wesleyan. I looked forward to getting reacquainted with her, even if only for a few dances.
“Did you know the first French fries weren’t actually cooked in France?” Wolf asked and paused for effect. “They were cooked in Greece.”
I groaned.
“Did you read about David’s new movie called
Tim shook his head ‘no.’
“No? That’s because it hasn’t come out yet,” Wolf said proudly.
“Get it out of your system. I doubt the ladies will appreciate your humor tonight,” I said, trying to get Wolf to tone it down.
“Girls like a guy who has a sense of humor. I think I read that in Cosmo,” Wolf complained.
“They like a guy who’s actually funny,” Tim retorted.
I burst out laughing at the expression on Wolf’s face as the elevator door opened on our floor.
“You guys are just jealous of my obvious talent,” Wolf said as I unlocked the door to the suite.
I began to step in and then froze. In the middle of the living room stood Chloe Larkin, the British actress that Brook and I had met in Palm Springs. She wore a silk robe, and she was naked underneath. It was obvious because the garment did little to hide the naughty bits.
“Did you miss me?”
Aw, hell, no! What was I supposed to say to that? I was a little worried because I suspected Chloe had escaped the loony bin. Then I remembered that Paul was downstairs parking the car. Wolf and Tim pushed me into the room so that this little drama didn’t play out in the hall.
I stood perfectly still. I didn’t want to be the guy who admitted she hadn’t even crossed my mind since the last time I saw her get heavily medicated and hauled off. Chloe’s eyes narrowed as her expression hardened.
“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, David. Did. You. Miss. Me?”
“Would you give us a moment?” I pointedly asked Tim and Wolf.
“Tami would skin me alive if I didn’t stay to witness this,” Tim admitted.
“Yeah, what he said,” Wolf agreed.
I would deal with them later. I had crazy-town on my hands, and not the good kind of crazy if the twitch in her eye was any indication.
“Look, Chloe,” I started.
“Don’t ‘look, Chloe’ me. I came to your place in Malibu, and now I’ve made this grand gesture on Valentine’s Day. I would think you would get what I feel for you.”
“How did you get in?” I asked.
“I told them I was your girlfriend and wanted to surprise you.”
Sometimes, I forgot what star power could accomplish. We would have to add a warning at the front desk to not hand out a key card to my room, even if a celebrity asked for it. You would think that should already be a policy.
My pulling a Dawson and going quiet caused her to transform into someone you would see in a horror movie. Specifically, the part where they become the killer who loses their mind and decides to go on a rampage.
I wasn’t impressed when both Wolf and Tim took a step back. Then I watched in abject fascination as her facial features suddenly changed, and she gave me a sexy look and walked to me with her hips swaying. I imagined this was why she was such a good actress.
One of the guys groaned in appreciation. No question about it; she looked damned hot. Mr. Happy must have been as confused as I was when she grasped my groin. His not being aroused seemed to confuse her. She looked me in the eye, and I saw the crazy start to come back.
“You don’t want me?” she asked in a small voice.
