Page 42 of Delicate Storm

“Better?”

“Much. But you could have done that before calling me.”

“Very true. Only I never think about those things. You know that. Anyway, I’m calling because I came across a very risqué photo shoot in a well-known magazine featuring my hot bestie.”

“You saw it in Paris?”

“I have a subscription. But that’s not what’s important. Paigey got her beautiful tits out.”

“I did.” I laugh while my cheeks warm. “And I’m obsessed with those photos,” I admit.

“Me too. I framed one in the club.”

“You did not.” My jaw drops because I wouldn’t put it past her.

“You bet your ass I did. You’ll forever be immortalized on the walls of a Paris nightclub.”

“Thank you?” I think. I mean, I agree it’s a freaking great photo, but I’m not sure I’m ready for it to be on display.

Cass laughs. “Don’t worry. I used the image without your face.”

“Noooo. How will I ever be famous if you cut off my recognizable assets?”

“Flash them; they’ll soon figure it out.”

“Oh, Cass. I’ve missed you.”

“Same, girl. Same. How’s Californian life?”

I lean back in my chair, putting my feet up on the armrest in front of me while I fill her in. “I’m currently in a suite watching a football team practice.”

“Oh God. Do you need me to save you? I wouldn’t mind saying hello to your dad while I’m there.”

I roll my eyes even though she can’t see me, and yet, if she’d asked if I needed saving before I got here, I would have begged her for it, despite knowing she thinks my dad is hot. I feel the same about her brother so I can’t complain.

“You need to see this. If it wasn’t my dad’s team and I wasn’t already sleeping with someone else, I would be all over these guys. They’re such…men. Rough and rugged and… I don’t know. That’s the best way to describe it. Nothing like the businessmen I usually spend time with.”

“Rough and rugged, you say?”

“Yep.”

“Get on top of that.”

“I can’t.” I laugh. “Didn’t you hear me… I’m kind of already sleeping with someone.”

“Kind of? Are you married?”

“No.”

“Engaged?” Her voice rises to a mocking level. She knows I’m not.

“We’re not even together.”

“Then I don’t see a problem. If he’s like any of the men I know, he’s probably out there fucking someone else as we speak.”

“He has a kid.”

“Oh, my mistake. That definitely means he doesn’t juggle women.” She laughs, her tone dripping in sarcasm. “Are you crazy? Have you had the ‘let’s be exclusive’ chat?”

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