The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"Vicky!" I screech, eyes wide.

I can't believe she just said that.

"What?" she says innocently. "I'm merely pointing out the conclusive facts."

"Which conclusive facts?"

"That Ross wants to have sex with you."

"Will you stop saying that!" My face is flushing bright red. "And Ross could have sex with anyone he wants and trust me he wouldn't want to have it with me."

I think of the little brush off at my door last night. I don't tell her of course.

She frowns at me and shakes her head. "Sometimes I don't think you realise how gorgeous you are, Laura."

I pull a face at her skewered compliment.

"And yes, you are right. Ross could bed any women he wants to ... but currently I think he wants to bed you."

I frown at her. "It'd be an awful lot of trouble for him to go through just to get laid, when he can have it so easily accessible elsewhere."

"Easily accessible can get boring, my darling. And you are right, it certainly would be a lot of trouble to go to." She raises her eyebrow. "So I guess that shows the worth of the person as to the level of trouble he's willing to go to."

"Or just the new challenge."

"That too." She leans back in her chair. "Just be careful, my darling, when mixing business and pleasure. Things can get awful messy sometimes."

"I don't intend on mixing anything. I'm with Will, remember."

"You are."

"And I don't think Ross is like that, contrary to popular belief, I think he's professional in business, I don't think he screws the staff – just everyone else."

"Of course. I can imagine Ross Lynch to be the upmost professional."

She's being snarky.

"He was actually a real gent at dinner last night."

"He was?" She smiles, a real genuine smile. "Good. I'm glad."

I ignore the little nag of disappointment, tugging away inside of me, that Ross Lynch, who is well known for screwing anything that moves, had no interest in me whatsoever last night.

Of course it stings. I would never have slept with him, of course, because of Will. But I would have kissed him for sure.

But then kissing is cheating too.

Ugh, my head is all gooey right now. I need a coffee.

I'm being irrational and silly that my pride is hurt, I know, but I'm a girl and it's my prerogative to be just so.

"You want a coffee?" I ask Vicky, as I'm leaving her office. "I'm making."

"I'm fine, my darling, thank you."

I'm just heading past my desk, on my way to the kitchen to fire the kettle up when my mobile starts to ring.

I lean over my desk and grab my phone. It's Ross. I get little butterflies setting flight in my tummy.

I'm going to have to knock this off if I'm going to be working with him...

People don't work with me, Laura. They work for me.

Okay, so working for him – whatever. I hope he's not as bad a person to work for as it's claimed he can be.

"You had that coffee yet?" he says before I get a chance to speak.