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For a second, I almost believe her mortification is real.
I lower my tone. “You can drop the act and go put on some real clothes now. Try your stunt some other night.”
The next thing I know, I have Coke dripping down my face and onto my silk Versace button-up shirt.
Felipe is near me in an instant with a clean towel. I wipe my face and see the sweater woman has walked away. I’m about to storm after her with the intention of tossing her out myself when I find a petite young woman standing at my elbow.
“What did you say to my friend?” she exclaims.
I wipe my face. “Who are you?”
“Amy—oh.”
Her pupils dilate after I drop the towel. I know that look. It’s the kind of look I’m used to getting from women. The kind of look I didn’t get from the ugly-sweater woman. Surprisingly.
“Amy Oh?” I echo.
“Amy Liu. I was invited here by JD.”
I raise a brow. “JD Lee.”
“Yeah, you know him?”
“I do.”
I think through ugly-sweater woman’s reactions to everything I had said. Maybe they were real after all. I look over Amy from head to toe. She’s cute, petite and young enough to look like jailbait. Exactly the kind JD goes after.
“You know Ronald Wong?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. I believe her.
“Who’s your friend?” I ask.
“Bridget Moore.”
Now, I know JD wouldn’t have invited ugly-sweater lady.
As if reading my mind, Amy adds, “I asked her to come with me since I’ve never been here before.”
Behind the bar, Felipe is trying to hide his grin. I throw my towel at him.
“Whatever they want is on the house,” I tell him.
My residence is on the fourth floor of the building. There, I rinse the soda out of my hair, run fresh hair gel through it, wash my face and put on a new shirt. I decide to wear a vest and jacket for Lee Hao Young. Having lived only in the US, I sometimes forget that those from the mainland tend toward formal.
“OMG, we saw what happened!” Kimberly says when I return to the second-floor balcony. “You should have had Marshall with you!”
“I don’t need a bodyguard for everything I do,” I remind her as I sit down.
Cheryl comes up to me and hands me a glass of bourbon. “I heard what happened. I shouldn’t have allowed the woman in. I’ll have her thrown out once we locate her.”
“I saw her go into the restroom,” Olga said. “I can see that ugly sweater a mile away.”
“No, she stays,” I say. “She’s with JD. Sort of.”
Kimberly’s eyes pop out. “What?!”
“Don’t look at her if she bothers you so much.”
