I would put my Maserati on the table that if Leonardo walked up to her and started talking, she will stand there and just smile like one of those Texan pageant girls my mama always likes watching.
And I will be like attack girl.
Diamond would probably play the match maker while pissing the guy off.
I laugh silently at the vision forming in my mind at such a scenario, shaking my head.
“Why are you standing here looking like a nut job gone wrong when Storm needs saving.”
Diamond’s words cut through the music as she voices this loud enough that Storm looks up to see us standing on the staircase.
His face transforms instantly from mild amusement getting ogled by the ladies to mighty interested.
Way to boost my ego. It’s nice to have a man that wants me as much as he does. Thoughts of Vi
