Page 32 of Torrid Love
“I had to conceal the fact I partied really hard last night,” she winks.
“It was your day.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t want to pay for it when I woke up. I needed an intervention when I got home. I splattered a lot of anti-aging serum on my face before going to bed. And, this morning, I applied a generous coat of Prima Golden Elixir—well worth the thousand-dollar price tag.”
“Wow! That’s a lot of money. I hope that buys you a case of the stuff.”
“I wish. I can only afford this stuff one bottle at a time.” I’m flabbergasted. “It’s LA and I work in the TV and film industry. It’s not only actresses who feel the pressure. It trickles down. My job is to make you look incredible. If I look like shit, why would you trust I know what I’m talking about?”
“Point taken.”
I’m glad I don’t have that kind of pressure in my profession.
“Enough about my beauty regime. Let’s talk about what’s important.”
I’m already dreading this conversation.
“What’s on your mind?”
Zoe tilts her head to the side. “Seriously?”
“I can’t read minds.”
“Okay, so let’s start from the beginning. Guess what?”
“What?”
“The club is going to sue Clemensia.”
“Who?”
“The woman who mistook the Wordsworth for a low-class strip club.”
“Oh, the classless tart.”
“The one and only!”
“Her name is Clemensia?”
“Yup.”
I grimace. “It sounds like an STD.”
“Oh, my God, Holly said the same thing. It kind of sounds like Chlamydia, which I’m sure she has, or must have had in the past.”
We both laugh.
“Does she work for UTV.com?” I ask.
“No. I thought she was someone’s plus one. It turns out, Clemensia crashed my birthday party. She was heading to another party, when she saw Rod heading to mine.”
“Another LA wannabe?”
“Yup. I got the lowdown from security before leaving.”
“Vulgar whore.”
“I couldn’t agree more. In any case, she’s history.” She pauses and cocks an eyebrow. “What was that all about between you and Rod after Clemensia was escorted out?”
