His Reverie (Reverie #1)(21)

“What doesn’t go on beyond you two?”

Everything inside of me goes still at the sound of that voice. That very sweet, very female and very familiar voice. The look on Heather’s face says it all. Holy shit and every other cuss word I can think of.

We almost got caught spilling some very private information.

Slowly I turn to find Reverie standing in front of me. Looking f**king hot as sin in a white tank top that makes her tits look huge and faded denim shorts that I wish were way shorter.

But I’ll take what I can get.

“Reverie.” I smile at her dopily, feeling a little buzzed and not just because she’s in my presence though that’s definitely a major influence. I chugged that beer Heather had only just cracked open plus the first one Michael handed me. And I haven’t eaten anything in hours. I’m a total f**king lightweight at the moment and it doesn’t help that the girl of my jack-off dreams is staring at me like I’m her favorite ice cream and she wants to lick me up.

My entire body tightens and I breathe deep.

Jesus. I need to be careful with where my thoughts go.

“Nicholas,” she returns, flashing me an equally dopey smile.

This gives me hope, as much as I tell myself to knock that shit off.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, glancing around to make sure she didn’t bring anyone else with her. Like her rude as hell brother and all of his rude as hell friends.

I don’t like those punks. The majority of them are older than me and I see the judgment in their eyes when they look at me. They think they’re so much better than me. Jerks. The only difference between me and those ass**les is that they have money and I don’t.

“Um, I live here?” She glances around before her gaze lands on Heather. “Hi.”

Heather steps up to stand beside me and I’m instantly afraid we’re giving off the wrong vibe. “Hey, Rev. You wandered off from the party? Get a little lost?”

“Heather,” I warn, shocked she would talk to her boss’s daughter in such a snide tone. I don’t even know Heather but no way am I going to let her speak to Reverie like she’s some dumb little girl.

“I was looking for Nicholas.” She hesitates, her smile falling from her face as she sinks her perfect white teeth into her perfect lower lip. “But maybe you’re busy?”

Michael chooses that moment to light off the biggest bottle rocket he had in his collection, along with a bunch of little ones, all at once. Not quite sure how he did that but he yells out an enthusiastic f**k yeah as they all shoot into the sky, exploding with bursts of color that casts Reverie’s face in a rainbow of red, white and blue.

Fuck yeah is right. Just looking at her hurts. What if I actually got a chance to get my hands on her? I might not be able to stand it.

“I’m not busy,” I say as I take a step toward her. Heather follows me and I shoot her a look that says what the hell?

Because really. What the hell?

“Rev!” Michael jogs over and stops in our circle of three, making it four, which fills me with relief. Heather’s being totally weird and I don’t like it. She came here for Michael but she’s following after me like she wants to be with me or something. Is she trying to make Michael jealous? Or maybe even Reverie? That makes no damn sense. “Whatcha doing? Come to watch the master at work?”

“You know it.” Reverie shoves him on the shoulder, all easy flirtatious girl, not resembling the timid, crying girl I’d rescued not twenty-four hours ago.

“Everyone like the show? That was the grand finale, if you were paying any attention.” Michael puffs up his chest, as if he’s looking to make a career out of lighting fireworks. Reverie giggles and Heather sends her a deathly stare before moving away from me and going to Michael’s side, curling her arm around his and looking nice and cozy.

“You did an awesome job,” Heather murmurs to Michael, her face so close to his I swear her lips are brushing against his cheek as she speaks.

Michael looks stunned and thrilled. He’s been after Heather since the moment she started working for the Hales and she constantly plays hard to get. I have no idea what she’s doing tonight but it’s weird. Like she’s jealous of Reverie or something.

“I’ll uh, let you guys get back to whatever you were doing. I just wanted to say hi.” She offers a tremulous smile, once again the unsure girl of last night. My chest aches. I hate how uncomfortable she seems. “I should head back to the house before they send out the search and rescue.” Reverie starts walking backward, offering us a little wave. “See ya.”

“Bye,” Heather calls, all sugary sweet as Reverie turns on her heel and practically starts running away from us.

“Reverie, wait,” I say, shooting Heather a dirty look over my shoulder before I take off after Reverie.

Second time in twenty four hours that I’m literally chasing this girl. She’s fast I’ll give her that but I catch up with her quick.

“Reverie.” I grab hold of her arm and turn her around so she’s facing me. She looks upset, her eyes narrowed into slits as she yanks out of my hold and crosses her arms in front of her chest. The move only makes her boobs look bigger and my gaze drops. Lingers.

Wishes.

“What do you want Nick?” She sounds irritated. Sweet but irritated.