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I stared up at him skeptically. “Oh really? Youdidn’twatch a video about a slutty nanny getting pounded?”
Brady snickered. “Not to my recollection.” He looked over my head at Asher. “What about you? Did yourough up the suspectlast night?”
I never suspected Asher—not really—until I saw him blush. He tossed back the rest of his drink in three long gulps, then got up and went to the bar.
I gasped. “It was you!”
The blond man faced away from me while fixing himself another drink. This time he didn’t bother with the mix, and poured whiskey straight into his glass. “I don’t know what you, um, are talking about.”
He was clearly embarrassed about it. Shit, I couldn’t blame him. Getting called out about your porn habits was about as awkward as it could get. Especially for a quieter guy, like Asher. I should have dropped it.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Rogan had suggested. And I didn’t want to go to bed unsatisfied tonight.
I twisted on the couch to look back at him. “You were fantasizing about me. It’s okay.”
Asher turned back around. Now all the color had drained from his face. He held the whiskey glass close to his mouth, like it was a shield against my words.
“It’s all good, buddy,” Brady called. “Heather’s hot as fuck. I’d fantasize about her, too.”
“You mean you haven’t already?” I asked.
Brady raised an eyebrow at me. “Not as of yet. But you keep looking at me like that and I’ll clear my schedule.”
Asher gulped his whiskey and put the glass down. “I think I’m going to go to bed.”
Shit. I embarrassed him too much.
I leaped up from the couch and went to him. “No! I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to put you on the spot. Please stay.” I held onto his arm. Underneath the starched shirt, he was every bit as strong as Rogan.
“The game’s over,” Asher said, nodding at the TV.
I considered myself a bold person. When I wanted something, I went after it without hesitation. Hell, that’s how I got into this position in the first place: by sneaking into the suite at the Lakers game.
But now, I paused to think about it. I had a good thing going with the nanny job. Aside from the money, I was getting a career boost at the end. I also got to live here as opposed to my cramped studio apartment. Several birds, one stone.
Sleeping with Rogan was one thing. Sleeping with Asher was another. More complexities might lead to more problems. Doing this might make the entire thing fall apart. It was a bad idea.
All of that went through my head, and then I dismissed it immediately.
I desperately want this. And so does he. I won’t hold myself back from something beautiful.
I put my hand on Asher’s chest. His heart was pounding like a drum.
He gazed down at me with his crystal-blue eyes. “What are you doing?”
“I told you, I want to make up for the incident in the Lakers suite. If you want me to stop, then just say so.”
I tilted my head up and brushed my lips against his. They were warm and wet and tasted strongly of whiskey. And they were hungry. Asher kissed me back with all the same hunger I felt, magnified back into my own desire.
Asher’s arms wrapped around mine, holding me close as he surrendered to what we both wanted.
“So, uh…” Brady walked sideways across the room behind us. “I think I’m gonna go…”
I broke off the kiss and looked over my shoulder at him. “You don’t have to go.”
He blinked. “I don’t?”
“You can stay. But under one condition.”
