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“Ash sent me a text. He wants to pick me up to shop for a dress at ten.”
Ford stiffens again when I mention Ash.
“Oh, and buy me lunch.” I glance up at Ford after reading the second text. “Do you want to join us?”
“Why?” He smooths his red and white striped tie, a tense wall going up around him.
“He’s your friend.” I shrug and don’t want to admit, I’m nervous about being alone with Ash.
I’m just getting used to Ford.
“Text me where, and I’ll see if I can make it.” He rinses out his shake container and leaves it in the sink.
The idea of seeing him later perks me up.
Ford rounds the kitchen island and steps toward me.
“I have to get going. Text or call if you need anything.” He bends down and kisses me on the forehead in an almost unconscious move.
Drawing back, he stares at me, his nostrils flaring. “Sorry. That was...”
“That was nice. It feels good to be cared about.” Ichoke up, wanting to erase the hurt of what Michael did to me.
He doesn’t get to ruin my trust in men and make me lose hope.
Forever.
A LIME GREEN RANGERover Defender idles double parked when I get down to the lobby for my day with Ashton Ives.
Dr. Ashton Ives.
With no chauffeur present, I’m impressed he’s driving us himself.
Seems more real this way.
He’s waiting for me in dark trousers, a blue dress shirt, and a light gray raw silk blazer. There’s something very...Bohemian about him. Maybe it’s the long hair.
I expect a doctor to be serious, cold even. They face a lot of nasty shit and have to harden their hearts.
Ash seems free and a little wild.
“Good morning.” He brushes my cheek with a soft kiss, and the scruff on his face tickles.
The sexy tenor repeats in my head as I picture waking up next to him, maybe feeling that scruff on the insides of my thighs. My clit tightens from the image in my head and the phantom sensation on my skin.
It’s been so long since I felt anything remotely sexual.
Ford and Ash have woken me up. I can’t have Ford, and even though Ash bought me, he was told to keep his hands to himself.
Emery bought me, too. As the highest bidder, he’s sharing me. But he got the same message.
Who put Ford in charge of me? How did that happen? Did I agree?
Last night was a blur.
I’m ‘dating’ Ash and Emery this month. I’ll let each relationship progress naturally. If there’s a spark, and I want something to happen, I’ll let it.
Ash steers me to the front passenger seat and easily hoists me up onto the running board, this car is so big. His hands squeeze my waist so securely, they tighten in a comforting way, too.
