Sexy Hart (Sexy Series) by Dani Lovell Read Free Book Online

door and poke my head around to check if it's safe. It seems that way, so I emerge and slip into the kitchen quickly and quietly. They have one of those super-dooper coffee maker machine things here - and this morning, that makes me a very happy girl.
    I manage to make my cappuccino and grab a warm croissant from the dish of fresh pastries that seems to appear, as if by magic, every morning, and I head back to my quarters to get ready and pack in peace. I mentally hi-five myself for managing to make it without being noticed by the big, bad, crazy wolf.
    I wonder if that was just a normal argument like most days, or the result of a dumping... Vegas will be a lot nicer if he's dumped her and she stays here... but I do remember him saying he'd wait until they got back to the UK, so it must just be an every day barny. She's nuts.
    About half an hour later, I am transformed from craggy, crazy-haired, wobbly person to fresh, invigorated, raring to go Clare. I have my bag packed, my sunglasses on top of my head in front of my super-fun, sixties style ponytail and my outfit looks hot. Even if I do say so myself. I'm feeling a real sense of... of... 'oomph!' today and I'm ready to hit Vegas and have an amazing weekend.
    I opted for a short-ish pastel blue sundress with tiny white spots and peach flowers all over. It has a skater style skirt, but the top of the dress is fitted and has a very low, open back with two, tiny, cross-over spaghetti straps. Obviously I can't wear a bra with it which is a little daring for someone with big boobs like me, but I'm lucky that they're still relatively buoyant and I can go braless without too much of an issue.
    I have teamed the dress with cute, white, ballet shoes. Real ones. I know they only last five minutes when you wear them as shoes, but I have always adored real ballet shoes so I buy myself a good supply quite frequently. I feel, somehow, lightweight and elegant when I wear them, like I could pirouette down the road as elegantly as Darcy Bussell. I can't - obviously, I would probably end up having a nasty collision with a tramp and get covered in pee and stale, cheap beer, but still - I can imagine I'm Darcy for the benefit of my happy mood. They're also great for work.
    I throw a peach pashmina over my shoulders and wheel my bag out of my room and into the lounge with a big smile on my face, ready to face the bitch and my oh-so-adorable boy BFF. Yes, I know you're waiting for me to mention something about last night, but it's not happening. Done, dusted, new chapter. Again. I plan on finding my American Mr. Right this weekend, even if it's just to satisfy the unbearable horn. So there you have it, no more snogging and grinding with Oliver and no more discussing it. Again.
    I'm very surprised to see the pair of them standing next to one another, smiling, saying... nothing. Silence is golden where these two are concerned. She got over that one quickly enough.
    "Hiya!" I greet, happily. "Are you both ready?"
    "Morning," Stacy says and I double take... no 'oh, you're up'? No 'whatever'? No 'that dress is... um... very 'you''? Who is this new girl and what has she done with bitch-face? Actually, don't answer that - leave her there, hopefully she pushed her of a rocky cliff.
    "Morning, Clare, yep, we're ready - you set?"
    "Absolutely, let's get downstairs and head to Vegas, baby!" I say excitedly, and although Stacy doesn't run up and hi-five me like Oliver does, she does offer me a genuine looking smile. She looks so much prettier like that.
    A few minutes later after an unusually loquacious ride down in 'that' lift (what?), we're piling into a very sophisticated looking Chrysler Voyager. I'm not sure if that's what they call them here in the States, but back at home - that's what this is. And I love it. It's so comfy and the two rows of seats in the back are facing each other with a table in the middle! How very sociable!
    I give Alexia a big hug as I sit down next to her on the furthest seat at