Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 Read Free

the one she had the hardest time reading but she loved him deeply just the same.
    Olive couldn’t have picked two more different men if she tried. Not that she had tried. A femme fatale she was not. In all honesty she could count the number of men she’d previously dated in her lifetime on two hands, and the number she slept with on one, and that was if she included Greg and Jack.
    In the past she had never even dated two men at once, let alone slept with two men at the same time. Well, not exactly at the same time. But Greg said the only relationship he was even remotely interested in would be one where there were no commitments other than honesty. They were free to date others, even to sleep with them, as long as they used protection. It wasn’t a proposal a girl of her sort would have normally even considered. But Olivia got honest with herself. She wasn’t getting any younger, there wasn’t a line a mile wide filled with men dying to get in her front door, so why not for once just say yes to something she really wanted. Greg.
    And to her surprise it had worked out. She was happy to be with him when he had a moment or when she did. He did his work functions with women who didn’t turn green at the mere thought of thousand dollar a plate dinners and she had Jack, her dirty boy next door, who would watch a baseball game with her, tell her a bawdy joke just to make her laugh, and could and had spent hours with his head buried between her legs.
    Even though he was as different from Greg as night and day, he too, when they first met six months ago, had stated effusively he wasn’t looking for anything serious. He too, had wanted an open relationship where he would be free to see other women if the opportunity came up, and once again she agreed. It had been working out so well with Greg, she didn’t see why it wouldn’t work the same way with Jack.
    Both men were her lovers, her friends, but they weren’t solely hers and she wasn’t solely theirs. It seemed so simple, but with both of them in the house, it felt anything but.
    Speaking of which… “So, what happened to your date?” Olivia was pretty sure her voice sounded completely normal and not quaking at all, even though she was shaking in her shoes.
    “She’s still at the dean’s house,” he said as he approached her side. “Probably getting drunk on merlot even as we speak.”
    “Oh. How charming,” she replied dryly as he sidled up next to her with his back to the sink, matching her pose for pose. “She sounds like a lovely lady.”
    “She’s no Olivia.” His lips quirked slightly at the comment. “But as a fellow colleague, she serves her purpose for functions such as these.”
    “I’m sure she does.” Whoever the hell she was. Olivia never asked and Greg never offered. Their agreement was simple. Openness, honesty and safety. Names weren’t part of the deal. Well, not her side of it anyway. Greg had been more than willing to be upfront with whom he was seeing. It was Olivia who preferred not knowing the details. As long as he was playing safe, she was content. Or so she told him. It was the only lie she fibbed to him about, but a necessary one in her eyes.
    Greg, on the other hand, wanted to know about Jack and vice versa, for reasons Olivia would never fathom. The less she knew about the other women in their lives, the better she stuck to her diet. Cheesecake was jealousy’s best friend, and Olivia’s ass was big enough.
    “What time do you have to go back to pick her up?”
    “I don’t. I’d planned to be here through the storm.” Greg crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter. “Unless you’d prefer I didn’t because of your company.”
    Olivia smiled and placed her hand on his arm. “No, of course I want you to stay. I just don’t want you to…fight. I know this is extremely uncomfortable.”
    “Do I look,” Greg arched a brow, “uncomfortable to you?”
    Olivia didn’t know how to answer. He