Once Upon a Billionaire(48)
She flinched again. “Oh.”
He pursed his lips. She didn’t look very pleased. Perhaps she didn’t understand. “It’s so you can have an appropriate hairstyle for the ball and look like the other ladies.”
“I understand,” she said flatly.
Well, this wasn’t going how he’d anticipated. “You’re welcome,” he snapped.
“Thank you,” she said in just as nasty a voice. Then, she got out of the car and slammed the door, practically storming to the very expensive salon that he’d booked for her.
Scowling, Griffin stared after Maylee. He did not understand that woman at all. When the sedan pulled away from the curb again and began to drive toward the palace for the wedding rehearsal, Griffin checked his watch. It was early in Bellissime, but the day would be in the early dawn hours over back in New York City.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Hunter.
The phone rang six times on Hunter’s office phone and went to voicemail. He hung up and dialed Hunter’s personal line instead. Six times, voicemail. Damn it. Wake up, he texted to Hunter. I need advice. I made a hair appointment for Maylee. Why would this make her angry?
Ten minutes later, his phone rang, Hunter’s name showing up on his screen. “So? Any ideas?”
“First of all, you’re on speakerphone,” Hunter said in a gravelly voice.
“Second of all, you’re a fucking idiot,” Gretchen yelled into the phone from the other side. “Why did you call at four fucking am?”
Griffin glared at nothing in particular as he held the phone away from his ear. “Is your girlfriend going to scream epithets at me the entire time? Because I can hang up.”
“Hey, don’t get pissy at me, buddy. You’re the one who called at four fucking o’clock in the morning.”
“That’s because I wanted to talk to Hunter,” he emphasized. “Not you.”
“We’re a package deal. Isn’t that right, baby?” Her voice got sweet, and he heard Hunter barely stifle a groan in response.
“Please tell me you’re not making out while I’m trying to have a conversation with you,” Griffin said, revolted.
“Um . . . Hunter’s occupied,” Gretchen said, and she sounded a little silly and breathless. “I’ll dispense advice. Look. Did she know you made her a hair appointment?”
“It was a surprise.”
“And did you say it was a surprise because you wanted to treat her for working so hard?” Gretchen prompted.
Griffin went silent.
“Hello?” Gretchen called. Griffin could have sworn he heard another muffled groan coming from Hunter, and then a stifled giggle coming from Gretchen. This wasn’t helping.
“I . . . ,” Griffin began. “I told her that it was so she could be appropriately attired.”
“Okay, so you implied she’s gross-looking normally. Way to go, shit for brains.”
“I did not.”
“You basically told her that she looked like crap.”
He frowned. “But she looks inappropriate most of the time. She knows this.”
“Oh, boy. Let me guess. You’ve told her several times that she looks inappropriate?”
“Of course. We had to buy her new clothes because her others were garish. She looked completely improper.”
“Wow, Griff. A pike up your ass and a foot in your mouth. That’s quite a feat.”
He groaned. “So what am I supposed to do?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you care?”
“What do you mean, why do I care?”
“I mean, you’re a douchebag to me all the time and you never care about that. Why care about Maylee?”
He frowned. “That is none of your business.”
“Ooooh,” she said into the phone, and for a moment, he had the revolting thought that he’d just heard Hunter’s girlfriend orgasm into the phone. But in the next moment, she sang out, “Griffin and Maylee, sitting in a tree, F U C K I N G—”#p#分页标题#e#
The phone clattered to the ground and Griffin held it away from his ear again. A moment later, there was a rustling on the other line, and he heard Hunter’s voice. “Hello?”
In the background, Griffin could hear Gretchen’s laughter.
“I’m still here,” Griffin snapped. “Can’t you control her?”
“No,” Hunter said, and Griffin could have sworn he heard a smile in the man’s voice. “But man, you’ve got to be nice to Maylee. She’s a good girl.”
“I know that,” Griffin retorted. God, why were his friends so incredibly infuriating? “I was trying to do something nice for her. I thought she would like it. What woman doesn’t want a makeover?”