Chapter 3John
“We’re here!”
John was still laughing at some crack Beck made, glass halfway to his lips, when Wren, Harper, and Venkat entered their private little room at the restaurant. Wren and Harper looked gorgeous, of course, Harper in a little silver skirt and Wren in the skimpiest pair of overalls ever created.
But Venkat…His tousled curls flopped into his eyes carelessly, his dark skin flushed with happiness (and possibly a drink or two), set off by the paleness of his short, sleeveless top. And his eyes, black and wide, highlighted by perfectly smudged liner a la Wren if John had ever seen it before…
Oh no. He’s hot.
Okay, John had known that since he’d first set eyes on him in person, backstage at Heinz Hall. But this…this nudged John’s long-sleeping libido in a way very lit
