Page 52 of Be My Bride


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Asia

“Can you pick the cheapest thing?” I ask the attendant. “Like maybe something on clearance? Or something that’s been torn or stained?”

She gives me a confused look. “Ah, sure.”

“Thanks.” I bite down on my bottom lip, too keyed up to even be embarrassed.

Stupid Hansley.

Screw him and his sexy smirk.

And his sexy body.

And his sexy voice.

He’s so exasperating.

Drives me absolutely crazy.

He couldn’t just set me on my feet back there. No. He had to inch me lower and lower and lower so I felt all of him. So I was rubbing against him while staring deeply into his eyes.

It was the most intimate I’ve ever been with someone in public and fully clothed.

And he knew it.

That crooked grin he flashed me said so.

He riled me up on purpose.

And it freaking worked.

I scrape my thighs together and wince. Pushing my head outside the curtain, I call the attendant back before she gets too far. “Excuse me!”

“Yes, Mrs. Nicholas.”

Mrs. Nicholas?

Who the hell is that?

I stare at her, waiting for the real Mrs. Nicholas to please stand up.

“Ma’am?” She tilts her head and stares right at me.

At me.

That’s when it dawns.

Am I…

Did she just call me by Hansley’s last name?

“No. I’m not—just call me Asia. Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She clasps her hands in front of her. “Did you need something?”

“Ah…yes.”

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