Page 10 of Torrid Love
“Whoa, I know the guy,” I lift my hand to prevent anymore over-share.
“Well, I guess I should saywas, since Roark and I are a thing of the past,” Zoe says. “Anyway, to finish my list, a quickie in a skirt? Roark would lose his mind if he saw me walk into their studios wearing a skirt––”
“Please, stop,” I beg.
“Ahhhh,” she exhales longingly. “Those were the days. Being single at thirty-five sucks.”
Roark and Zoe started a heated relationship three months after she joined UTV.com. It was short-lived. Why? At thirty-nine, the middle Wolfe child still isn’t quite ready for commitment. Surprise, surprise.
“What about you, Dom? What’s on your sex-bucket list?” Holly asks.
I blink at her in surprise. “Why are you picking on me? I’m not the one celebrating a birthday. I’m only twenty-five. I have plenty of time in front of me.”
“True, but I’m curious…” Holly’s words trail.
“What are you curious about?” I ask cautiously.
“Not that I want to pry, but I’m dying to know something,” Holly says.
“Okay.”
“How can you be best friends with Roderick Wolfe? The man is dangerously good-looking. We’re talking sex on legs here. Five alarm fire. Sex-me-up-every-morning-noon-and-night kind of god. An Adonis. Can-I-have-your-baby-please-hunk––”
“I get the point.” It’s a struggle not to roll my eyes at her infatuation over my best friend.
“What’s your secret for not throwing yourself at him? God knows I’d make a fool out of myself every time I was near him,” Holly says.
“I’ve known him for so long,” I point out pragmatically.
“So?” Holly is staring at me like I have two heads.
“So, we’ve been practically glued at the hip since we met,” I shrug, uncomfortable with the scrutiny.
“And?”
She’s going to be a hard sell.
“I don’t see him like most women do,” I lie.
“Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“No, Holly. My eyes are perfectly fine.”
“In that case, your explanation fails to help me understand how you can keep a guy like Rod in the friend zone.”
“I’ve been dying to know since I found out the two of you have been best friends forever,” Zoe says. “I never asked the question because I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries since we aren’t close friends. But Holly is right, Rod is delicious––”
“So are all the Wolfe brothers,” Holly points out. “They have alpha names referring to rulers, warriors and kings. They’re gorgeous and they proudly sport their masculinity. These guys have no idea how to spell the word, metrosexual.”
I couldn’t agree with her more.
“You’ve really never wanted more with Rod?” Zoe asks.
Not until recently.
A stab of guilt slices clean through me as I think of our earlier conversation. I hate myself for having been so short with him. It’s just that I have no idea how to share my growing feelings with him without fucking everything up.
Holly and Zoe blink at me, waiting for an answer.
