Just Desserts (28 page)

His heart skipped a beat. “Thank you.” Then he noticed the three-inch heels she wore and his gut clinched. “I brought you something.” He procured the rectangular box from his suit jacket and held it out. “Wear them tonight.”

Annoyance flashed in those hazel eyes. “Yes, milord.” She dropped him a curtsy and took the box. “May I open it now, or should I wait for you to count to three first?”

He deserved that, he supposed, for his high-handedness. “You may open it whenever you like.” Of course,
that
was so much better.

She placed a hand over her heart. “Thank you for giving me permission.”

Rocking back on his heels, he clenched his jaw. This was not how he envisioned tonight. “Daisy—”

“
I’m sorry,” she said, still holding on the box from Bulgari. “You came bearing gifts of apology and I’m went all grumpy cat on you.”

He almost laughed, but would she believe Sebastian knew anything about that damn cat? Not likely. “What in God’s name is ‘grumpy cat’?”

“
Hold this.” After giving him back the unopened box, she whipped out her phone, thumbs flying over the screen. “Take a look.”

Their fingers brushed as they traded phone for box. Briefly their eyes met, sparks of want in her gaze. “Now will you open my gift for you?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“
Yes.”

At that moment, he wished he’d asked an entirely different question that could elicit that exact response. Something along the lines of—
Do you want to skip dinner and head straightaway to bed, with me?

He turned his attention to her phone. While he perused pictures of the especially unhappy looking cat, she opened the box. “Honestly, I fail to see what this cat has to be so grumpy about. He has his picture taken on a daily basis, inside mind you, and seems to be well-fed.”

“
These are beautiful,” she breathed, paying no mind at his failed attempt at humor. “I didn’t think you noticed I’d broken my lucky pair.”

How could he not notice
everything
about her? “I’m quite good at multi-tasking.”

“
Will you put them in?” Turning, she waited for him, but all he could do was stare in horror at her hair. All the colors were gone, stripped from the ends. “Do you like my new ‘do’?”

“
It’s very pretty.” His hands shook as he carefully placed the diamond and jade chopsticks in her elegant bun. “Done,” he said and she whirled around, her eyes dancing in excitement.

“
Why didn’t you tell me we were going to G.R.’s restaurant?”

Why had she changed her hair color? “I didn’t think it was important,” he said as they walked arm in arm to the waiting car. Had she got it in her head that he didn’t like her hair? All over his consider wearing something different remark. If she had, he was going to shave his head in mourning.

“
Not important? It’s G.R.!” she said, getting in the car. “He’s world famous.”

“
If I had known you were such a fan, then I would have arranged for a private dinner for the two of you,” he said dryly as he joined her. The door closed behind him and the car merged into traffic. “Instead you’ll have to settle for me and a few of my friends. Maybe I can get G.R. to make an appearance.”

“
I don’t want dinner with G.R., I want cooking classes.” She unbuttoned her coat and placed her hands in her lap, fingers clutching at a small purse.

“
You’re already a fantastic cook, Daisy.”

Smiling at him, she fiddled with the beading on her purse. “Thank you, but I want to be even better. I love learning new techniques and dishes. Once I get them down, I try to put my own spin on it. But sometimes, you can’t improve perfection.”

He gazed at her, taking in her smile, her beautiful face, her sexy body, and every inch of perfection that was Daisy Barnes. “Indeed you cannot.”

They both grew quiet and he was content just to ride with her, breath in the scent of vanilla and honey that she hadn’t changed, unlike her hair. He frowned. Maybe he could persuade her to change it back.

He heard a distinctive click, then another. Slicing his gaze to her, he found Daisy opening and closing the purse in her hands. She stared straight ahead, her brow wrinkled. The closer they got to the restaurant, the faster the purse clicked open and shut.

“
Daisy,” he began.

“
Sorry, I’ll stop. I know it’s annoying, but—”

“
You’re not annoying me.” Holding out his hand, he said, “Take my hand.”

She looked from his hand to his face, then back at his hand again. Her hazel gaze returned to his face, pretty eyes widening.

“
Please.”

Slowly, her fingers laced his and he pulled her hand to his mouth, brushing the knuckles with his lips. He let their joined hands settle in his lap and she scooted closer to him. The purse remained closed the rest of the way.

***

Dinner was exactly what Sebastian expected—his closest mates joking and laughing, giving him an extraordinarily hard time about the engagement.

However, Daisy wasn’t anything like he expected—she remained by his side, quiet and thoughtful. Speaking only when spoken to and in almost a subservient manner, like everyone there was her better. Sure his mates consisted of aristocracy and business moguls, but they were a relaxed, down-to-earth group. He was the only outlier, but supposed every circle of friends had one.

“
Are you okay?” he asked softly as the majority of their group ambled over to the bar. Only his closest mate, Liam, and Kate Von Lichtenstein remained. Sebastian really wasn’t sure who’d invited her.

Daisy’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. “Fine. The food is delicious.” Then she set her fork down on the side of her plate, her hand hovering for a minute before she placed it in her lap.

“
I thought the food was delicious.”

“
It is.”

“
Then why aren’t you eating?”

Kate and Liam laughed at a picture on his cell phone, and then toasted one another. Really, what was she doing here and with Liam of all people? It didn’t make sense. Besides, Liam was engaged, though his fiancée was on a photo shoot in Spain or Italy at the moment, and completely faithful to the woman. And Kate wasn’t one to go after men who were already taken.

He narrowed his eyes at the pair.

A soft intake of breath. “Because…I don’t know.”

“
Oh my goodness, Liam, the ring is gorgeous. Bigger than your fiancée, really. What did Verity’s parents say when you two broke the news?” Kate gushed in her usual way. “I’m dying to know.”

Liam laughed. “They were pleased. And Verity said to remind you that you are the only woman allowed to accompany me about town while she’s away.”

Snatching Liam’s phone, Kate grinned. “Let me text your soon-to-be bride and assure her that I will keep a keen eye on her soon-to-be groom.”

Ah, so Liam had invited her, with Verity’s blessing. Sebastian relaxed. Now that made sense. He grinned at Kate. “Tell Verity you are keeping all the birds away from Liam, with your intimidating scowl.”

Kate winked at Sebastian.

Sebastian winked back.

Daisy drew in a shuddering breath.

All through dinner, it seemed he couldn’t keep his eyes off Kate, the woman that had supposedly given her great fashion advice and wanted to be great friends.

Daisy pleated the napkin in her lap, and then moved on to her dress. An overwhelming urge to stand up and walk out came over her, but she remained firmly seated, even when Sebastian joined Liam and Kate.

Sebastian’s blond head bent close to Kate’s dark one. They made a beautiful couple, so striking and fashionable…and English! While she sat there, like some poor cousin, all alone and feeling sorry for herself, in a dress that itched and hair that felt like it had been shellacked to her head. The sales clerk at the dress shop had recommended the hair salon.

If only Jules—she struck that thought from her brain. Jules no longer existed. She would have to deal with that fact. He hadn’t answered her last text, and thankfully, she’d stopped herself from texting him thirty more times.

With that last thought, she excused herself and headed to the bathroom, intent on texting Isabella. Mercifully, it was mostly empty in the powder room. She sat in a plush chair and began to open her purse.

“
There you are, Daisy,” Kate said, sailing through the leather and gold studded door, all smiles, as if she hadn’t been flirting with Sebastian. “I haven’t been able to get a word with you.”

Maybe that’s because you’ve been too busy flirting with my fiancé
, Daisy thought grimly. Not that she should care. She and Sebastian were pretend, no matter the very real feelings he’d stirred inside of her when he’d put—okay, so those thoughts were off limits too.

“
That’s okay.” Kate took the seat beside her. “What did Sebastian think of tonight’s ensemble?”

“
He said my hair looked pretty.” His compliment had sounded strained, like he hadn’t meant it.

Daisy glanced at Kate, at her perfectly coiffed hair and perfectly tailored outfit that looked nothing like the one she’d picked out for Daisy. Kate was all High Street fashion while Daisy was evening strip-mall formalwear. Maybe the woman had tricked her and had been secretly making fun of her by dressing her in some overdone, itchy material meant for a woman three times her age.

“
Is that all?”

“
Yes.”

Kate frowned. “The outfit was perfect for him.”

“
Then maybe he should have worn it.”

The dark-haired woman laughed. “Well, at least one outfit in your arsenal is guaranteed to stun him. I think you should wear the mint green Valentino to tomorrow evening’s gala. It was in the slew of dresses I had sent over as an apology.”

Daisy wouldn’t touch anything in her “arsenal”. Mint green Valentino or not. Sebastian’s favorite color or not. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“
Have I done something dreadful?” Kate’s brows drew together and there was concern in her pale green eyes. Eyes that the Valentino dress matched perfectly. Eyes that matched Sebastian’s favorite color perfectly.

Daisy’s stomach dropped to her manicured toes. “Who are you to Sebastian?” she asked bluntly.

“
Merely a family friend, like I told you,” Kate insisted, but her gaze skittered away, like before.

“
And?”

“
We grew up together, our fathers were business associates and… Daisy, I think you might get the wrong impression if I tell you the rest.”

“
You’re still in love with him,” Daisy said, hoping against hope she was wrong. Hoping against hope that her memory hadn’t just kicked in and she was imaging that she had seen pictures of Sebastian and Kate together, arm and arm.

Kate’s porcelain complexion pinkened. “It doesn’t matter how I feel anymore, because he’s in love with you now.”

Oh God. Sebastian wasn’t in love with her at all, but she couldn’t tell Kate that, could she? Daisy jumped to her feet, all at once embarrassed and angry. “Maybe it would be better if we don’t hang out anymore.” Mostly because Daisy would feel like a fraud the entire time.

“
Wait!” Kate cried out, standing and rushing over to her. “I completely respect your boundaries and I’ll stay away, but I want you to know…no, I need you to understand that I wanted to help you this evening and your entire stay, with your clothes and everything I could think of, because he does mean something to me. I enjoyed spending time with you as well, and I can see why he loves you.”

Frozen to the spot, Daisy stared at the woman. Something along the lines of “Ah…uh…” came from her mouth.

“
Right, then. Please treat him well. He works too hard. Make him have a little fun. He needs some fun in his life.” Kate hugged her, and then left the room.