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The beautiful redhead puts a flirty hand on his shoulder, wiping away something I’m sure isn’t even there.
I roll my eyes.
I’m not the jealous type, but seeing him talking with another woman has me wondering. When he’s done with me. With this. When Bug is older and he allows himself to be in a real relationship. Will he marry again?
I can’t see Asher staying single forever. He just has so much to offer. He truly is the entire package. And some woman out there will be lucky to have him when the time comes.
Ignoring the twinge deep inside me, I cough. Asher turns and smiles like he’s five and I’m Santa. He quickly shakes the woman’s hand, pays for his drink, and saunters—yes,saunters—over.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
I nod to the redhead and joke, “I doubt your eyes are sore after looking at Emma Stone over there.”
“Al, if she’s Emma Stone, then you’re Cleopatra.”
It’s strange the way he’s looking at me right now. I know it’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, but it’s not like it’s been any longer than before. Yet the way he takes me in is just… different. His eyes travel over me slowly, making time stand still. I did cut a few inches off my hair last week. That must be it.
I push my hand against his chest. “Stop it. You’re ogling me.”
He takes my hand and guides me toward the elevator. “I’m going to be doing a lot more than that in about three and a half minutes.”
I laugh. “What, no dinner first?”
“We’re ordering room service.”
We step into the elevator. And we’re alone. He leans close and inhales. “You’re early. I like surprises.”
“You do, do you?”
I cup the front of his pants. He’s already getting hard. I push him into the corner of the elevator right up against the buttons. An alarm sounds when I reach around him and press the emergency stop. I ignore it and unbuckle his belt, opening his pants just enough.
He says a few choice words as I take him into my mouth and suck him off like I’ve never sucked him off before. In less than a minute, he’s coming down my throat. I swallow, wipe my lips, zip up his pants, and answer the lady who finally comes over the speaker to ask if everything is okay.
“We’re fine,” I say, trying to sound calm and collected. “Some kid was playing with the buttons.”
The elevator starts moving again. Asher is speechless as he finishes buttoning his pants and buckling his belt. I’ve stunned him into silence. I smile at the small victory.
When we reach our floor, we stroll slowly to his hotel room. Once inside, he finally speaks.
“I can’t believe you just blew me in an elevator.”
I shrug. “You said you like surprises.”
He laughs heartily, shaking his head as if still absorbing what just happened. “Jesus Christ, Al.” He laughs again. “You know they have cameras in there. They know you’re full of shit saying what you did about a kid being the culprit.”
I cover my mouth in total embarrassment. “Do you think they saw the whole thing?”
“Probably not. I think the camera was in the panel behind my back. But I take no responsibility if we end up on some porn website.”
“If that happens, I know a guy.” I wink.
Now we’re both laughing. How I love his laugh. How I love the way he makes me laugh.
Before Asher, I honestly can’t remember laughing. Okay, so I’ve been through something traumatic. That would make anyone not want to laugh. But even the man’s texts make me laugh when I’m sitting at my desk all by myself.
“I love your laugh,” I say.
“I love yours.”