Page 33 of Chasing Storm
“So, wait for her lunch break.” She shrugs.
“Like a fucking lap dog?”
“Do you want her or not?” Elle demands fiercely.
“Want,” I murmur, suitably cowed by her attitude. Man, she is bossy. Has she always been this way? “Why are you so invested anyway?”
“Because she’s lovely, and you like her. More than like. You’refascinatedby her, and that isn’t something I see every day, Joshy. You’re smitten. All three of you. Got something to share? Storm, maybe?”
“Smitten.”
It’s better thanobsessed,which is where my mind went. But it is quite accurate. I can’t get our kiss out of my head. The feel of her tongue twisting around mine. Her lips pressed against me, her hands on my waist, her breasts soft next to my chest. She consumed me as I tasted her, and almost wept with longing.
My cock goes rigid in my pants, and I clear my throat to try to clear my head. “Maybe. It’s not anything to share yet. I’ll be back in a little bit,” I mutter.
“Good choice,” Elle says determinedly, but gives me a raised eyebrow as she has already figured out our future plans. She won’t judge, but I can see she is surprised.
Leaving the shop, I’m not going to see Storm. Not yet. I can’t exactly turn up at her work with a raging hard-on. No, I’m going to see Franco. Talk to him, man-to-man. Maybe he will back off if he knows we are trying to date her.
But as luck would have it, when I arrive at the coffee shop fifteen minutes later, he isn’t there.
All is not lost, though, as I catch sight of someone else and plaster a smile on my face as she looks up from her table and waves.
“Josh!” Gloria Rivers calls out. “Can you join us? I want to tell you all about how Syn nearly died when she saw the book!”
“Definitely,” I say, planting my arse on the seat next to her. “I’m so glad she loved it.”
21
STORM
Positively annoyed with Thatcher, but a little bit excited about my date with Franco, I enter the building for work to see Sadie already there this time. She is smug and irritating with her fake smile.
“Ugh,” I mutter under my breath, but then smile when I see Cheryl. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
I place my bag down and sit, rolling my chair over to hers so Sadie can’t hear our conversation.
“Course. What’s up?” She settles down for some goss, which I may end up giving her if I’m not careful.
“Your husband knows JP Montgomery and his mates, right?”
She nods. “Tim went to school with JP and Thatch. Why?” Her gaze goes sly.
“Are they as dickish as they seem?”
She snorts. “Oh, my. Yes, they love a good bonk. But they’re good guys deep down. Tim wouldn’t still be friends with them if they were complete arseholes. You interested in one of them? I could set you up!”
“No!” I say horrified, not having expected such enthusiasm. “It’s just that Josh…” I glance around to make sure no one is listening. “…kissed me the other night. Out of the blue! But I’ve also had a bit of an encounter with JP. He was quite mean.”
Cheryl frowns. “Mean, how?”
“I tripped and spilt coffee on him, by accident obviously, and he yelled at me and told me I had to pay for his dry cleaning! Can you believe it?”
She blinks. “That’s it?”
I nod emphatically.
“Oh. That sounds more like he was trying to rile you up rather than him being mad at you. Did he ask for your name and number?”
