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I don’t know when I got so freaking protective of her. The only thing I’m certain of is that Asia deserves better than this. She deserves better than the both of us.
“I’ll be right out. Just let me get changed,” Asia tells Thad, turning away from the door.
String Bean tries to wiggle his way inside.
“Like hell you will.” I slam the door in his face and glare in Asia’s direction.
Nine
Asia
Hansley’s hard stare falls on me like an anchor. I pretend I don’t see him, but it’s kind of hard to ignore a six-foot hunk wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and a scowl.
“You’re not going to change my mind,” I say, going on the hunt for my clothes.
Since we moved our… festivities into Hansley’s hotel room, I don’t have my suitcase or any of my toiletries on hand. I’m forced to begin the hunt for my discarded clothes while avoiding Hansley’s gaze.
“What do you and that guy have to discuss?”
“You saw him. Do you think he’ll just go away?”
“If I toss him out, yeah.”
I pause. Turn around. Pin him with a get real look. “Thad’ll call the cops.”
“I bet he will.”
“Which is what you do when someone beats you up for no reason,” I say with exasperation.
“I have a reason.” Hansley points at the door. “I have lots of freaking reasons.”
“Yeah? Name one.”
“He’s a punk. He broke up with you. He made you cry—”
“Won’t hold up in court, Mr. Nicholas.” I spot my panties lying crumpled against the sliding glass door.
Why I took my drawers off there of all places—where the rest of the hotel could casually glance this way and see me standing commando—is a mystery I do not want solved.
Heat flogs my heart as I pick up the thin lace. The material is tearing from the edges. An image of Hansley yanking it off with his teeth flashes through my mind and I crumple the lingerie in my fist.
I am never touching another beer for as long as I live.
Hansley’s voice sounds behind me, but it’s not the deep, masculine I’m going to make you scream my name tone it was last night.
His words are quick, heated and annoyed. “I don’t think you should do this."
“It’s a good thing you don’t make my decisions for me.” I face him. “Thad flew all the way here. He bought the plane ticket. Got dressed. Grabbed a taxi. He put in that much effort just to talk to me. I’d say that deserves a conversation at least.”
“What’ll you do when he asks about us.”
“Us?” I arch an eyebrow. “What us?”
He stalks forward and grabs my hand. His thumb gently brushes the centre of my palm and sends skitters of hot electricity straight down into my core.
I gasp.
Lean back.
