Page 61 of Wicked Design
Clover tried to recall what she’d done when he’d said her complexion was flawless. Gawd. She hoped she hadn’t behaved as stupidly as Shell just had.
Another woman snaked her arm through his. “My brother’s by the pool. You and he should talk. I’m sure his friends would love to see your work.”
“Happy to show it to them.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at Clover, inclined his head for her to follow, then allowed himself to be led away.
She tried to accompany him, but a new group blocked her.
Trinity, Peaches, Shell, and the others drifted past, not bothering to look in her direction. Treating her as if she were invisible, as she’d explained to Van Gogh earlier.
At last she caught up with him, or rather fell behind him and the other girl, fulfilling her promise to serve as his agent and protector. She guessed.
He and the girl reached their destination. Introductions flew back and forth. Everyone shook hands with him. A few times Van Gogh glanced Clover’s way, a wordless acknowledgment of her presence and maybe an invitation to join him.
No one would let her get close.
After a while, he got into the others’ questions and focused on them, not her.
Not as he had the first night they’d made love, or when he’d been worried about coming here, and during their ride in the limo.
