Page 99 of Guys Can't Write Romance
“You’re fine,” Daisy said, her cheeks blushing as pink as Chloe’s new hair as Chad helped her down from the wall. His cheeks were noticeably pink, too.
“Can we pick up where we left off later?” she said to Chad as she smoothed her dress.
“Definitely,” Chad said.
“Love the hungover cave girl look,” Chloe said to Daisy as her car inched through traffic on their way home. “It screams ‘Operation Make Daisy Laugh’ was a resounding success.”
“Should I brace myself for an interrogation?”
“You know it, girl. And I’m prepared to use enhanced interrogation techniques if I have to. But before you do, I should tell you Boring Banker stopped by the apartment this morning.”
Daisy groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “What did he want?”
“He said he tried calling you, but you weren’t picking up.”
Daisy slid her phone from her purse and looked at it. Her stomach tensed when she saw a string of missed calls and increasingly concerned texts from Ethan.
“Nine calls?” Daisy said.
“I always knew he had stalker tendencies.”
Daisy gave a slight nod as she slid the phone back into her purse.
“So. About last night,” Chloe said, a mischievous grin lighting her face. “And no sparing any gory details.”
Daisy took a breath. “Long version or short version?”
“Let’s start with the last chapter and work our way back.”
Daisy nodded. “It was fun.”
Chloe cast her a sideways look, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Only fun? Because the Bride of Frankenstein hair says it was a lot more than just fun.”
Daily laughed lightly while trying to mat down her hair. “Okay. It was a lot of fun.”
Chloe let out an excited squeal. “Now, we’re getting somewhere. So, are we talking silly, ugly, drunken, hope-nobody-filmed-this fun?”
“The karaoke might have come close.”
“You actually found someone brave enough to sing karaoke with you?”
Daisy nodded. “Scary, isn’t it?”
Chloe chuckled and nodded. “I’d say that’s a game changer. So what about drunken stripteases on top of tables?”
Daisy shot her a look. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“Social media.”
Daisy shook her head. “No. Thankfully, no blackmail material or walks of shame. Clothes stayed on.”
“And after you got back to Chad’s apartment...?”
“Clothes still stayed on. Chad let me crash in his bed, and he took the couch.”
“Wow. Didn’t see that one coming.”
Daisy nodded. “He keeps surprising me.”
