Deals with Daisy // LN4

66 ~ Snapshot

Daisy's POV

"You can't just take my shit!" Lando groans (again) as I continue to get ready in front of the mirror in the bathroom of his suite. He'd been on at me about this since we woke up an hour ago. It was practically the first thing he'd said when I'd woken up and seen his eyes already on me and it had continued throughout this last painful hour as well. "Daisy!"

"Lando! Chill! It was some shampoo and conditioner! My mum bought me the shit stuff while she was in Monaco and I can't use that because it will mess up my hair! It was a one time thing and besides, I bought it for you!" I remind him as I focus on putting in the rest of my earrings, making the firm decision to take out the McLaren ones I'd had on an almost constant rotation for years before refocusing on my hair.

I had only used the bottles I knew that were off limits because my hair was greasy from the flight. However, I would be lying if I hadn't had the urge to test out the boundaries, still a little petty that I ended up being the one to apologise when he had pushed me into water. It was funny because even though he would typically share most things - like his wealth, opportunities and experiences, when it came to things like this, he always hated sharing stuff like that. Something I knew well and reserved for when I felt like pushing his buttons. Although after an hour of his moaning before I'd gotten any coffee I was beginning to regret it, having forgotten exactly how persistent he could be with it.

"But it's my stuff!" he responds as though not hearing anything that I'm saying. He's been jumping around in the background of the mirror for the last five minutes as I finish getting ready and so it's taking me longer as my focus is really challenged. He takes up most of my attention most of the time so when I have other stuff to do and he's in a mood like this... it's really not helpful. With a few last checks of my hair, making sure that it's covering what I want it to and my makeup is still perfect, I turn back to him.

"Oh my god, I will pay you the 20p worth of product that I used just to get this conversation to end! Now will you move, we're already late!" I remind him, using one hand to push him out of the bathroom where he had followed me before.

"Late waiting for you to get ready!" He says cheerfully, now taking his turn to press my buttons as I pushed back on my urge to hit him over the head and get a hold of the various suitcases and bags I have in here to take downstairs. Lando helps, of course with a my biggest suitcase but it doesn't mean that the whining stops.

"You didn't wake me up and you were already awake when I woke up so how is it my fault? On top of that, how on earth am I meant to focus when you're jumping around like a little gremlin behind me!" I snap back, now sufficiently exhausted from being his childminder once more but enjoying it nonetheless. I didn't feel like I had anything else to prove as the bickering continued all the way down to the car parked underground with Max sitting at the wheel. The only time he stuttered was as I rearranged the necklaces over the V of my chest, reminding me of the look in his eyes yesterday as I'd stripped in front of him.

That was also part of my revenge for the pool, and because it was fun. Lando was single and as far as I could tell he hadn't seen anyone since Elena but... that didn't mean he wasn't horny. He was 25. So I wanted to make life a little harder for him and I only got the idea when I saw the way his t-shirt was sufficiently stuck to the rippling muscles in his back. It was easy and it was harmless, so the same as sleeping in his bed next to him, it didn't mean anything. I know he would have reacted like that to anyone there and sure, maybe he thought I was hot, and maybe that was an ego boost I badly needed right now... but I think if any girl had been standing in front of him half naked then I reckon he'd have been distracted.

"You guys are late!" Max chastises us out the window of the car as we come to stop behind it. If looks could kill I reckon I would have been the prime suspect for his murder, watching as he holds his hands up innocently and doesn't push the matter further, choosing to instead be helpful and get out the car to help us put bags in the boot of the car.