Page 93 of Finding Storm

“You should totally go for it with him,” Pen says to me. “He likes you. I could see from the way he was looking at you when you brought him to my work yesterday. Jeez, an A-list rock star wants to bone my bestie.” She fans herself again.

“He does not want to bone me.” I roll my eyes.

Totally not feeling giddy at that thought.

But also, I’m crushing on a man who doesn’t want me to know who he really is.

That’s not messed up at all.

“Pen’s right,” Gran says. “He does. I told you this last night.”

My eyes flick to Gran. “You did not say he wants to bone me. You said I should go up to his room and take the whipped cream with me. Although I don’t know which is worse to hear.”

“Whipped cream? Go, Gran!” Pen claps her hands together.

“Don’t you need to get to work?” I say to her.

Her eyes go to the clock on the wall, and she sighs. “Ugh. Suppose I’d better go. Don’t want Gary getting his panties in a twist if I’m late.”

I follow her to the back door. Pen collecting her bag and cell on the way.

“Later, Gran,” she calls, opening the back door and stepping outside onto the driveway.

“Bye, Penny,” Gran calls to her.

I hold the door open, leaning against it.

“Seriously though, babe, you should go for it with him,” Pen says to me. “Opportunities like this don’t come along … ever for girls like us. The chance to bang a rock star. Dude, do it, or you’ll regret it.”

“I don’t care that he’s a rock star.”

“I do.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I deadpan, and she chuckles.

“Okay, rock star aside, you like the guy. He likes you. He’s hot as hell. And you deserve hot after prick-face Josh.”

I bristle at hearing my ex’s name.

Fucking Josh.

I’m over him. But that doesn’t mean I like hearing his name—ever.

“If I were you,” Pen continues, “I’d ride that rock star for days. Or let him ride you. Either way, you deserve a good riding.”

That makes me laugh. “Go to work,” I tell her.

“Promise me you’ll ride the rock star,” she whisper-shouts, walking to her car. “Do it for the both of us! It’s the only chance we’ll ever get!”

I shake my head, laughing.

“Say you’ll do it!”

“Bye, Pen.” I wave, giving her nothing.

She slaps a hand to her chest before getting in her car. “You’re killin’ me, Smalls!”

I roll my eyes, holding back a smile.