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First published November 28, 2015
Putting on a little disguise to get my dream to come true should never have had the power to hurt anyone else. But I had a sinking feeling it just might upset the one person in this entire situation whom I didn’t want to hurt.
Her eyes were like brown pools of temptation and I was a drowning man. I tried to resist, I even pressed my forehead to hers, but I already knew it was too late. This woman owned me.
Asher Hart didn't need some fancy seduction to draw a woman in. He just had to be himself for me to want him. Bad.
I love that smile," I admitted. "I want to steal it for myself so you'll never be able to smile at anyone else the way you're smiling at me right now."
Her eyes were like brown pools of temptation and I was a drowning man. I tried to resist, I even pressed my forehead to hers, but I already knew it was too late.
This woman owned me.
"It had nothing to do with looks, though she was gorgeous.
This was more like a feeling. A warmth.
Like right there, watching her sing, was where I belonged in the universe.
Like I'd just found my place. Everything fit."
“If you love someone enough, you find you can forgive them for just about anything, because living without them is more miserable than any grudge you could hold.”
"Putting on a little disguise to get my dream to come true should never have had the power to hurt anyone else. But I had a sinking feeling it just might upset the one person in this entire situation whom I didn’t want to hurt."
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"...You look just perfect. I would so throw you down on your bed and ride you right now if I didn't know you were really a girl in there. Hell, I’m tempted to, anyway.”
I rolled my eyes but chased it with a smile. “Thanks. I think.”
“Now practice your man walk,” she demanded, waving out her hand.
I faltered. “My what?”
She sighed. “You’re not going to pass for a dude if you stroll in there with your hidden girl hips swaying and flattened tits pooched out on display.”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me. I do NOT walk like that.”
She snorted. “Oh...own it, puta. You’re a hot piece of ass, you can’t help the girly swagger.”
“But I don’t—”
“Hunch your shoulder over a little more, concentrate on keeping your hips in line, and try to jut your cock forward when you strut.”
“Do...what?”
“That’s how hot guys walk, like they’re leading with their junk.”
I could only shake my head. I had honestly never seen a guy walk as if he were trying to poke his pecker out ahead of him. “Where do you come up with this shit?”
“Just do it, puta.”
I sighed but used her suggestions, trying to overdramatize the cock-and-go strut, as I was thusly dubbing it.
“What do you think?” I asked.
She purred out a promiscuous growl and clawed the air in my direction. “How do you say ‘I want to sit on your face’ in Spanish?”
“Hey! You two.” Noel pointed at the two women and waved them off. “This is a VIP area. You need to move along.”
The women huffed out their displeasure but Noel narrowed his eyes, and they finally slunk away. As soon as he was relieved of the girl’s grasp, Asher spun on his stool so that he was no longer sitting sideways to face me but now had his legs tucked securely under the counter space...so no more women could climb into his lap.
“Thanks, man,” he told Noel.
“Aww...anything for our delicate little cupcake.” Noel went to pinch his cheeks, but Asher slapped his hand away and called him a dirty name.
As Noel moved off, laughing, a blushing Asher slanted a glance my way. “Sorry about that. They can get really...forward.”
Again, he surprised me. Fisher would've already been all over those two girls—a very sad fact I hadn't learned until after I was engaged to the douchebag. Yeah, it’d been kind of downer to hear he’d slept with pretty much a new girl every time he’d gone out into public without me.
I took a small sip of my beer as I studied Asher’s face, watching him glance over his shoulder at the ladies Noel had shooed away. His expression confused me. I saw the flicker of interest; he definitely didn't mind what he saw. But there was also a wariness, that didn't mesh with his initial attraction to them.
“And...you don’t like forward?” I couldn't help but ask.
He zipped his gaze to me, his green eyes filled with surprise. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know. I just...” He shifted his shoulders again. “I guess I just like to be the one pursuing, you know.” With one last glance at the women he’d rebuffed, he added, “And I haven’t had the chance to do that in a while.”
“I can imagine.” I’d definitely experienced the same draw to him every other female tonight had. He was probably constantly chased by a horny mob.
Shifting closer, he lowered his voice and admitted, “It’s embarrassing as fuck. They all crowd around me like I’m something...I don’t know, amazing, and they don’t know jack shit about me. I’m just a regular guy, and I can’t help but think...they’d only be disappointed if they really got to know me.”
Oh, I begged to differ on that point. So far, he was turning out to be incredibly interesting...and growing more interesting by the moment.