Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

listening to his input on the world. “You’re good with words,” I offered. “When you use them.” “I use them,” he replied. “Not everyone listens.” “Ooh, deep… Okay, pee break!” Pushing my chair back, I sprang up and moved for the door. “I’ll be right back.” “Take your time.” He laughed after me. “And too much information.” Smiling to myself, I skipped down the corridor in the direction of the girls’ bathroom, stopping to call out, “Get a room,” to the ridiculously attractive couple eating the faces off each other in the stairwell on my way. “Mind your business,” Aoife called back, not bothering to release her hold on Joey. “As you were, Stud.” Aw…I hope they had condoms in the annex. Pushing the bathroom door inward, I stepped inside and then, because I was a sucker for a good echo, I tap-danced across the floor, enjoying the clickety noise the heels of my shoes made against the tiles. “Hey, girls,” I acknowledged, offering Helen and Shelly a wave before disappearing inside one of the cubicles to take care of business. When I reappeared a few minutes later, they were both still there, leaning against the sinks with one of their camera phones in hand. “What’s up?” I asked, joining them at the sinks to wash my hands. “Do you want to ask her?” “Oh my god, hells, no! I’m not asking her.” “Well, one of us has to.” “What’s up, girls?” I smiled. “Ask me what?” Stepping behind Helen, Shelley pushed her forward and said, “Helen wants to know if it’s true about you and Gibsie.” “What ...