Page 30 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“Payback,” Daisy growled as she stalked into the apartment. “Which bedroom’s his?”
“One on the right with the horror movie posters.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Of course it is.”
Rhino sipped from his protein drink as he followed Daisy into Chad’s bedroom. She stopped near the unmade bed and looked around. The place was already a predictable mess, so this wasgoing to take some strategic placement to make sure her things stood out.
“So, what exactly is the plan here?” Rhino asked.
“Preemptive sabotage,” Daisy said as she walked over to a chair and draped her cardigan across it. “What’s the last thing you would want a girl to find when she came to your apartment?”
Rhino grinned. “Another girl’s stuff.”
“Bingo.”
Rhino almost choked on his drink as he stifled back a laugh. “This is either brilliant, or mildly concerning.”
“Oh, trust me,” Daisy said as she walked over to a lamp and draped her scarf across it. “It’s both.”
Next came the yoga pants, which she draped across the door handle so they could be easily spotted. Rhino grinned like a kid at Disneyland as he stepped back to give her plenty of room to maneuver around.
Daisy’s final touch was her pink bra, which she centered on Chad’s pillow, so Tammy, or Cindy, or Vicky, or whoever could immediately connect the dots.
“Gotta admit,” Rhino said as he took another sip. “You’re scary good at this for someone who alphabetizes her spices.”
Daisy gave a devilish smile as she pulled the perfume from her bag and sprayed down the clothing. “I’m a first-grade teacher,” she said, capping the perfume and stepping back to survey her masterpiece. “I’ve learned from the best.”
“Remind me not to piss you off.”
Chad and Vicky arrived at his apartment a few hours later. As they came in the door, they found Rhino lounging on the couch playing their X-Box. He looked over at Chad, and his face broke into a grin that said, ‘You’re so busted’.
“What’s with the grin?” Chad said. “Was that yoga instructor at the gym again?”
“Nope,” Rhino said, his grin widening. “But something almost as good.”
“What’s that smell?” Vicky said, sniffing the air.
Chad sniffed the air and smelled it too. “Is that perfume?”
“That would be Midnight Rendezvous,” Rhino said, nodding to the perfume bottle on the coffee table next to his propped-up feet.
Vicky spun to Chad. “Chad?”
He threw up his hands. “Don’t look at me.”
Vicky followed the scent like a bloodhound around the corner into Chad’s bedroom. As soon as she disappeared through the door, Chad rushed over to the table.
“What’s that doing here?” he said in a hushed voice.
“It might have gotten dropped off by your writing partner, slash co-conspirator. You know, first-grade teacher, name rhymes with crazy. She stopped by earlier for your writing session, which, apparently, you forgot about.”
Chad’s eyes went wide. “Oh. Crap. Was she pissed?”
“Murderous is a better description. Did you know your guys’ flier’s up to almost 200,000 likes?”
“What the hell is this?!” Vicky’s shout came from Chad’s bedroom.
Chad stepped into his room, where he found Vicky pointing at a pink bra on his pillow.
