Free What the Lightning Sees: Part One by Louise Bay

things between my thighs that I’d only read about in books. Shit.
    Why had he kissed me? To prove that he could? To demonstrate he could have everything he wanted? Did he want me?
    And now it was the weekend and I was going to have to wait until Monday to see him again. A weekend he was probably spending with the glamazon, racing around London in his Aston Martin, tan and gorgeous, drinking champagne, and eating caviar.
    I needed to bury the very thought of him. He wasn’t my type. I didn’t like men like him. I liked men who were ambitious and successful, kind and funny.
    “So, you seem distracted,” Ash said, jolting me from my thoughts.
    “Do I? I’m thinking that I’m twenty-seven and single, yet I’m spending a second Saturday night in a row drunk with my best friend, at home, without the possibility of getting laid.”
    “I’ll kiss you later if that makes you feel better,” she offered.
    “Let’s see how you’re looking after another bottle of wine.”
    “Anyway, we were at Luke’s last weekend getting drunk, so it hasn’t been two Saturday nights in a row drinking at home.”
    “Oh, that’s okay then.”
    “How’s the Sandy Fox article coming?”
    “Terrible. Urgh.” I slumped back onto the sofa. “There is just nothing interesting to say about her. Scratch that. The interesting stuff isn’t very flattering, and of course, we’re Rallegra, so we’re not going to write a take-down piece about Sandy bloody Fox.”
    “If Vanity Fair couldn’t stand up to Gwynnie . . .”
    “Exactly. She’s not a monster, don’t get me wrong, but really, there’s nothing much there and I want to be getting down and dirty. She spends the whole time flirting with Harry.”
    “Is that what the problem is? You don’t like her flirting with licky? He is hot, from what I remember. I drank a lot of wine that night, so everyone looked good.”
    “Including his glamazon girlfriend,” I said. “Anyway, why would I care if she flirted with him? I just wish that this wasn’t the article that my future depended on. I asked her about her favorite place she’d visited and she told me it was the Palm hotel in Dubai. I mean, she must have travelled all over the world. How depressing.”
    “Maybe they have really good free toiletries.”
    “You’re not helping.”
    “No, hear me out. Maybe she likes stealing things from hotel rooms. That’s your story—Sandy Fox, superstar and thief of hotel amenities.”
    “Don’t give up your day job,” I said and swatted her
    “Is licky up for a slice of Miss Fox?”
    Despite Sandy being gorgeous and very available to Harry, I didn’t think he was. “I don’t think so.”
    “Perhaps it’s serious with the glamazon.”
    “Maybe,” I replied, and focused on my wine glass.
    “Haven?”
    “What?”
    “What are you not telling me?” I didn’t know if it was my lack of poker face or the fact Ash had known me twenty years that meant I could never keep a secret from her for very long.
    “Harry kinda kissed me.” My heart started thumping against my chest as I said it. Would she think he was ridiculously out of my league?
    “He kinda kissed you? Are you not sure? Was it ambiguous? When did this happen?”
    “I’m pretty sure he kissed me. On Friday. Outside the studio.” Warmth spread over me as I remembered his breath on my skin, his tongue skimming across my lips.
    “And you waited until now to tell me? So what happened? Was it a good kiss? Was it just a kiss? Was there groping? How did you leave it?”
    “Do you want me to fill out a questionnaire?” I grinned at her.
    “Come on! Tell me.”
    “It came out of no-where. And it was in the car park, of course it was just a kiss.” But it hadn’t felt like just a kiss. It had felt more important.
    “Wow.”
    “Wow what?” Was she going to tell me I was an idiot for letting myself get into that situation?
    “Wow, is it going to happen again? Do you want it to?”
    My stomach tilted. I wasn’t sure how