“Hmmm.” She contemplates something, tilting her head as she studies me before she deadpans. “No.”
Then she slams the door in my face.
CHAPTER 5
LILY
Ican handle what happened last night in one of two ways. Freak the hell out, or pretend it didn’t happen.
While there is a little freaking going on inside my head, my composure doesn’t show it. Not when Asher strolls into the kitchen the next morning wearing nothing but those damn grey sweatpants again. Not when he saunters over to the dining table to join me with a bowl of cereal. And not when he pointedly stares at me as he eats, sitting directly across from me.
“You have to see your parole officer this morning, right?” I ask him, sipping my coffee, not breaking eye contact with him.
“Yes. And then I need to see if I can sneak into my mum’s garage and get my motorbike.” Asher frowns, his heated stare falling away as his thoughts shift to his situation. “Hopefully, I don’t get caught, otherwise, you’ll be visiting me in prison again.”
My heart aches for him. The piece of shit, Monty, who made sure he went to prison also has a restraining order out on him, which means Asher can’t even visit his own mother.
“You don’t need to go to your mum’s to get your motorbike. It’s down at Hedgwick Auto Repairs. Steve, the owner, has been fixing it for you.”
Asher’s dark brows shoot up, his spoon hovering near his mouth, droplets of milk splashing back down into his bowl.
“Why is it at the repair shop?”
Placing my coffee cup down, I regard him for a moment.
I could lie and sugarcoat the situation to save his feelings, but he’s not a boy anymore. He deserves the truth.
“Monty took a bat to it and left it in the street. I had Steve pick it up, and he’s been working on it in his free time to get it back into shape for you.”
“What?!” There is so much venom in his tone that I forget this man in front of me was ever a child. “When did this happen?”
“The day Monty got released from the hospital.” I shrug and he glares at me.
“And you didn’t think to tell me when you came to visit?”
“What good would that have done?” I ask, glaring back. “You couldn’t do anything about it at the time, and I could. So now, your motorbike is in better working order than it was before Monty took a bat to it.”
Asher frowns and shakes his head. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
I smirk. “Shall I call a lawyer and have them on standby for when the cops come to take you in?”
A small smirk tugs at his lips, and he finally breaks eye contact with me, looking down into his bowl of cereal as he shakes his head. “No. I’m not getting locked up again.” His dark gaze lifts to meet mine. “After all. You and I have unfinished business.”
Oh, Jesus. He actually went there.
If I thought Asher was going to make this easy for me, I was delusional. I can see it in his determined expression.
“Actually,” I say, needing to clear my throat as I stand from the table with my mug. “All of our business is well and truly finished.”
Avoiding his gaze, I move to the sink, quickly turning on the tap as I start to wash out my mug, hoping to drown out any protest Asher may have.
What I don’t expect is to feel the heat of his body pressing against my back, and his warm breath fluttering over my ear.
“Actually, Lily.” His breath is hot against my skin. “Our business has onlyjustbegun.” He nips at my lobe then, his handspressing to the counter on each side of me, caging me in from behind.
“Stop,” I whisper, unable to hide how he affects me.
“I don’t think you really mean that,” he rasps, pressing his nose to my neck and gliding it up, his thick British accent so fucking sexy that my knees nearly give way.
