Page 17 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“What the hell happened to you?” Tate studies him.

“The deal with Fanzio go well, then?” Mase asks with a grin rivaling Reed’s.

George Fanzio, a billionaire property mogul, has been dangling the prospect of Reed signing off on some land in bumfuck nowhere for a while now, and Reed has been like a bitch in heat desperate to sign off on the deal that will have George handing over a portion of his empire.

I’m not entirely sure how it will work, but I know Reed, being the best lawyer out there, will oversee it to perfection, as always.

Reed’s eyes narrow. “Actually, it went to shit.”

I sit forward.

Shaw’s gaze ping-pongs between ours and Reed’s. “Well, why didn’t you start with that, and why are you so happy when you wanted this deal for so long?”

Reed swats his words away like he’s hitting a bug, and I chuckle.

He sits back, crosses his arms over his chest with a huge smile on his well-put-together self, then opens his mouth and shocks the hell out of us all. “I’m in love.”

“What the fuck?” Tate chokes on his coffee, and our mouths fall open as he spills the rest of his drink over his shirt.

I shake my head. Such a dumbass.

“Holy shit, that burns.” Before I know what’s happening, he’s unbuttoning his shirt, and I laugh at his frantic state. “Fucking Jesus. Do I need the ER or something?” He points to his bare chest, which is slightly red.

I point toward Tate’s vacated seat. “Sit the fuck down, you wuss, and grow up. I need to hear this.”

He grumbles before taking his seat. “I need a cold compress.”

I’m tempted to throw my cup of water at him to get him to shut the hell up.

“The deal went to shit. He’s not in a position to move forward yet, yadda, yadda, yadda.”

Reed rolls his eyes as he tells us about his meeting. “So I go to the bar to drown in my misery.” I nod along. “Then this woman sits down at my table.”

“Gold digger!” Shaw barks. “She has to be a gold digger. No woman sits down at your table without intent.”

“Oh, she had intent, all right.” Reed smirks as we all listen raptly. “Intent on riding my cock until it was raw.”

Mase snorts and I chuckle.

“So you fucked a gold digger. What’s new? Why are you in love?” Shaw lifts his shoulder.

Reed shakes his head. “She wasn’t a gold digger. Trust me, I know. She was a businesswoman. Had the hot-as-hell business attire on and a briefcase. A lawyer, actually.” He smiles as if proud he bagged a fellow lawyer, and I want to roll my eyes.

“So you fucked one woman?” Mase asks, as if confused.

“I did. One!” He holds his finger up. “Best night of my life.”

Tate lifts his head from surveying his chest. “When are we meeting this woman that managed to break you?”

Reed throws his head back on a heavy groan before bringing it back to face me. “Here’s the thing… I didn’t get her name or number.”

Tate gasps. “What?”

“I know.” Reed rubs at his forehead. “I fucked up. She said no strings, and I was good with that. I didn’t expect that”—he motions toward the door—“she’d blow my fucking mind, and I’ve no idea who she is.” His eyes meet mine again as realization sets in. He wants me to find her.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t. Owen has enough shit to deal with, like my sister. Oh, and he needs to do his fucking job. Not hunt down women that don’t want a repeat of you,” Tate snaps.

Reed’s eyes narrow. “You don’t think she wants a repeat of me?”

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