Page 11 of Reckless Storm
His eyes drop to his phone, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess who’s texting him based on the way a smitten grin instantly reaches his eyes.
I barely know him and I can see it.
A thought occurs to me and I smile to myself, picturing his perfectly sculpted body going to waste. Imagining myself putting it to use.
And I can’t hold back. It’s not in my nature. A blessing and a curse.
Brushing off the guys around me, I’m like a moth to a flame, my eyes never leaving Reed as I walk his way.
I have questions. Actually, I have onequite personalone. And I’m not leaving without an answer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Reed
Ican’t take my eyes off Hayley as she dances with my teammates.Hell, no one can. Everywhere you look, she’s the center of the room, keeping everyone on their toes while they worship the ground she walks on.
As they should.
I’m not blind. I can see she’s a goddess and one that demands attention everywhere she goes.
She has a presence that makes you want to be close to her, and yet, from what Luke says, no one but Amelia is close to her at all. And I feel like we have that in common. I’m friends with a lot of people, but it’s only Bria that knows the real me.
A new song comes on and Hayley relaxes into it, throwing her head back with her eyes closed, swaying her hips, the music taking her over. She smiles to herself, eyes drifting open to meet mine across the room, her gaze questioning until she winks.
My phone buzzes in my hand as I smile, and I don’t have to look to know who it is.Bria.
I’ve been expecting this message.
Bria: Are you still out? I have a question for you
I check the time and laugh. It’s almost midnight. I’d usually be home by now and would have likely texted her on my way. She’s checking in. Making sure I’m safe without actually asking me. Refusing to let me know how much she cares.
Reed: I’m currently deciding whether this crowd is ready for my moves
Bria: (Laughing Emoji) No one will ever be ready for that. They’re not worthy
Reed: Ha. You’re too good to me. But I appreciate it. What did you want to ask?
Bria: The square root of 12,457,590
An obnoxious snort escapes me and the woman beside me huffs before walking away, seemingly offended by my sudden outburst.My bad. But her message deserved that reaction.
Reed: That’s too easy. Switch off the light and close your eyes. It works wonders
Bria and I have a running joke when one of us can’t sleep—to talk about math. When we first met, she told me she’d get insomnia sometimes, and I had the brilliant idea to think of something boring, like a math equation. Turns out, she wasstudying finance and loved numbers, launching our friendship off to a great start.
Ever since, when she can’t sleep, she lets me know by asking a math-related question, and if I’m free, I call her and we talk until she’s sleepy. But if I’m not, she gets the short and sweet response. Like tonight. I call it tough love.
Bria’s typing a reply when a presence invades my personal space. Someone pinches my ass, and my gaze snaps around in time to see Hayley push past a young redhead who I assume is the culprit. Unless it was Hayley.
“Did you…”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Miss Forward over there did it seconds before I got to you. Didn’t you see her hovering?”
“No, I—”
“Of course you didn’t,” she cuts me off. “You’re oblivious. The hottest guy in the room has no idea how attractive he is.”
