Page 77 of Torrid Love
“I can’t.”
“You have plans?”
I really shouldn’t insist.
“I do.”
Could you be more vague?
“Going out with girlfriends?”
“No.”
Jesus, woman, give me an inch.
“What’s on the agenda?”
“I––”
“Dominika, I’m off to the hotel to shower and change. I’ll see you at the restaurant, love,” Joel says.What?My eyebrows knit together. Joel moves his attention to me, staring at me, almost daring me to say something. I’m so stunned, my brain hasn’t caught up yet. “I’d ask you to join us, but three is a crowd. Have a great evening, Rod.”Smug, condescending fuck.
The idiot has the audacity to wave at me.
It feels like a slap in the face. I’m this close to reverting to a Neanderthal and roaring my disapproval, but I remember the look on Dom’s face when I went all fucking caveman earlier.
Calm down.
I turn to face my best friend. “You’re seeing him?”
“Joel and I are going out for dinner.”
I don’t need a road map to figure that one out.
“You’re spending the evening with him?”
“I am. We planned this while I was in Europe.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
“You guys are friends now?”
I know I sound like a five-year-old.
“Rod, grow up.”
Okay, I deserved that.
I will my boiling anger to settle down.
“What about after you’re done with him? Maybe we can connect?”
“It might be late.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“No, I’m not,” she says firmly.
“You’re interested in him?”
