The Unwilling CEO's Love Game novel Chapter 43

"Whoa, that was not cool of you," Zephyr teased Jocelyn. "Melvin was clearly ticked off just now. Spill the beans, how did you manage to get under his skin? It usually takes a lot to ruffle his feathers."

Jocelyn couldn't believe it, "Huh? His mood swings are legendary, okay?"

"Pfft, and you just waltzed in and turned him into Mr. Congeniality?" Zephyr leaned back dramatically.

"If you say that to his face, he'll definitely give you a taste of his mood," Jocelyn joked.

Zephyr laughed, all mysterious-like, "It's all you, girl. You've got him wrapped around your little finger. I'm telling you, he hasn't been this showy with any chick before. You're the first."

Jocelyn wasn't buying it. She'd seen him cozying up to a bombshell before.

"Wasn't Willow the first?" Jocelyn peered through the door and saw Willow settling in next to Melvin.

Zephyr let out an awkward chuckle, "Willow... that's ancient history. You're the hot topic now. We're all friends here, don't sweat it."

Jocelyn watched as Willow leaned in close to Melvin, almost shoulder to shoulder, then strategically pulled back, then in again, which was a dance of proximity that seemed innocent enough.

But to anyone watching, it was clear their connection was anything but ordinary.

Jocelyn slipped in next to Melvin, effectively flanking him with women on both sides.

Yannick, sitting in the corner, watched the scene unfold silently.

"Hey hey, Willow, come sit by me," Zephyr beckoned as he walked in, "Don't mess with their little love nest."

Willow glared at Zephyr, "Why force a pair-up when we're all single?"

"Single? Melvin's taken by someone, you need to watch your step," Zephyr said as he pulled Willow away and plopped down between her and Melvin, putting a wedge between them.

Jocelyn was secretly grateful for his interference; she'd wanted to do the same, but had been holding back to keep up her cool-as-a-cucumber image.

Willow pinched Zephyr's arm hard, shooting him a glare, "Are you looking for a girlfriend after being single too long? Should I set you up?"

"Sure thing," Zephyr was all in, "You're single too; how about we just team up?"

Yannick lifted an eyelid, glanced at the carefree Zephyr, took a swig of his drink, and kept to himself, fading into the background.

"You're not my type," Willow rolled her eyes.

"Your type's already on someone else's plate," Zephyr hinted.

"So what if it is? Even if it's been eaten, it's got to come back up."

"Aren't you grossed out by that?"

Zephyr's words earned him dagger looks from Melvin and Jocelyn. Sometimes it seemed like the guy was missing a brain filter. The things he said were enough to make you want to throttle him.

Willow pinched him again, "You're the gross one."

"How would you know if you haven't tried me?" Zephyr teased, "Wanna test the waters at my place later?"

"Get lost!" Willow fumed.

Zephyr just grinned, "Look at you getting all worked up. Don't worry, you're not my type."

"Thanks a bunch," Willow moved away from him.

Suddenly, Zephyr turned to the guy in the corner, "Yannick, how about we make do with each other?"

Yannick choked on his drink, coughing up a storm.

Jocelyn was shocked by Zephyr's joke. Since when did teasing ignore gender boundaries?

Melvin shot Zephyr a look, "Why can't you just shut up for once?"

"If I keep quiet, this place would be dead," Zephyr stood up and grabbed the mic, all smiles, "Gotta liven things up. Here, I'll sing a song for everyone, called 'The Single's Anthem.'"

Zephyr picked his song and belted it out with passion.