The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I was wondering when she was going to mention that. Nothing slips by her. Ever the journalist.

"He did. Just a catch up." I shuffle forward in my seat, getting ready to make an exit.

"I bet he's after a thorough catch up with you."

"Vicky!" I screech, then cover my mouth with my hand, releasing how loud that was. "I can't believe you just said that," I add in a quieter voice, peeling my hand off my mouth.

"What?" she laughs. "Look at you– you have a face and ass to die for. And him? Well, good grief. He's so delicious I could serve him up on toast and eat him ... and he is well known for his antics."

"Yeah, well I'm not, and I do have a boyfriend remember?" I'm a little snippy, but it doesn't seem to faze her.

"Yes, well we're all as clean as whistles my darling until men like him come along and dirty us right up."

She winks at me, grinning, relieving the tension I'm feeling.

"You're incurable." I shake my head humorously at her, rolling my eyes. "And I don't see him that way."

She presses her lips together and narrows her heavy lined eyes at me, suspiciously at me. "Yeah, sure you don't."

"And how did the lovely William take the news of dinner with Jake? You did tell him, didn't you?" She raises her perfectly, plucked eyebrow. I sometime get the impression Vicky doesn't like Will.

"Of course I did." I sound defensive, I've no clue why.

"And?"

"Nothing. He was fine with it." After a while.

She lets out a little laugh. "He was fine with you going out to dinner with the most beautiful, prolific womanising rock star in the world?"

I press my lips together and let out my breath through my nose. "He was fine with it, because there's nothing in it. It's just two old friends having dinner and nothing more."

"If you say so my darling." She brushes her hand through her hair.

"It is," I chipper. "Now if you're finished grilling me, I'm going to do the work you pay me to do. I'll type up a draft of the interview and have it ready for you to look over by the end of the day."

"That would be fabulous, thank you, my darling." She leans back in her chair and brushes her hair off her face.

Giving her a light smile, I turn and sashay my way out of her office, away from her quizzical stare, because she's a little closer to the truth on everything then I would care to admit. Ross, my reaction to seeing him after all these years, and Will's reaction to the news that I'm seeing him tonight. But mostly, how I feel about seeing Ross tonight. And the only word I can think to describe it is ... exhilarated.

Okay. I'm having dinner with Ross.

Ross Lynch.

But he's still just Ross ... the same Ross I knew.

No he's not – he's now rock god Ross.

Oh crap.

I've been ready for the past half an hour and have been pacing around my flat ever since. I've had a large glass of wine already and am starting on my second, trying to calm my nerves.

And Simone's not here to help either. She was so gutted when I told her Ross was coming to the flat to pick me up. She's working late on a project for this new client of hers and couldn't get out of it.