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FESTIVAL SUNS?! What the…
Sexy Towel Guy was still staring at me, eyeing me intently as I called Kristin.
“Have you ventured to the left side of the roof yet?” she answered on the first ring. “The second bartender is supposed to have a special round of appetizers and a free sunrise tequila for you.”
“You said the third clue was on the top floor of a building that started with an ‘F’ and ended with an ‘S,” I barely managed.
“Yeah, the phrase ‘Festival Suns’ starts with an ‘F’ and ends with an ’S,’ right?”
“The Four Seasons does, too…”
“Ha! Like we could ever afford the top suite there. It costs like twenty grand on a cheap night.”
“Right, well…” I couldn’t help but notice that Sexy Towel Guy was now smirking at me. “I think there’s been a bit of a mixup.”
“Huh? What type of mixup, Chloe?”
“One I don’t think I’ll ever recover from.”
“Chloe? Why does it sound like you’re about to hyperventilate?”
“I’m not.” I lied. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back.”
I hung up.
“Well?” Sexy Towel Guy clasped a designer watch onto his wrist. “How long exactly do I have until you call security on me? Or, would you like to get the picture you really came for before I call them on you? Either way, I’m sure catching me like this has made your evening. I bet you’ll brag about it for years…”
“You know what? You’re right,” I said. “It’ll be a while before I see another cocky and arrogant bastard in this lifetime, so I might need a photo of you to be wary of what one looks like.”
“You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?”
“Clearly.” I rushed out of the bathroom before I could embarrass myself any further.
Nearly tripping on the marble floor, I picked up my shoes and balloons. Then I hightailed it out of his suite.
I heard something falling to the floor, but I didn’t have the nerve to look back.
Not wanting to arouse the sleeping guards below, I ran in the other direction, searching for an emergency stairwell.
When I found the door, my balloon strings caught on the handle.
“No, no, no.” I tugged at them. “Come on, come on…”
As I was freeing the last one, my phone sounded with a call.
Hazel.
For once, I felt elated to hear from her.
“Yes, Miss Swift?” I answered.
“I’ve decided to let you enjoy the night before your birthday.”
“Um…Thanks?”
“I think I deserve a little more appreciation than that,” she said. “After all, you haven’t answered my calls and texts for hours.”
I said nothing.
