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“You’re not imposing,” Asher interrupts.
“Well, I don’t want to be your charity case either,” I snap suddenly.
Asher is quiet, and I know I’ve surprised him.
But it’s true. The protecting me, demanding I stay at his place, paying me double what the club was just so I’d stay out of danger. I don’t want to be his pity project. Especially when … the feelings I have are becoming harder and harder to decipher.
“It’d be one thing if you werejustmy boss, but … with everything else, and—I’mattractedto you,” I admit, gritting my teeth and avoiding eye contact. “And I can’t just keep going along with this as your charity case when I know there’s nothing mutual.”
“What do you think what we did in my office was?” Asher asks tightly.
I roll my eyes at him. “It was you stopping me from continuing at the club, that’s what it was. I can see through you, Asher,” I press. “Why would you be attracted to—” I cut myself off, feeling the emotions bubbling up within me. The worries I’d been having all week coming to the surface. That our initial one-night stand was simply a fluke, that he’d slept with me at his office simply in order to trick me into allowing him to give me money, and that this whole thing is only going to end in more frustration for me.
“I’m going to take a minute,” I say quietly, setting the glass on the table and hurrying to the guest room.
I feel the sudden urge to shower, to wash away the grime of the day and maybe some of the turmoil boiling within me. I shed my clothes on the way to the adjoining bathroom, turning on the water and stepping under the hot spray. I sigh heavily.
A few tears of hurt and embarrassment spring to my eyes, and I let the water wash them away. I try to remind myself that at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. This whole mess will be over soon. It can’t last forever.
As the steam fills the air, a knock echoes through the bathroom door. I freeze, the sound slicing through the rushing water.
Another knock, louder this time, reverberates through the bathroom. This is a knock that won’t be ignored. I worry that next, he’ll just walk right in. My heart quickens its pace, a mix of trepidation and anticipation pulsating within me.
Leaving the water still running, I step out and wrap myself in a towel. Droplets trickle down my body, leaving a damp trail as I tiptoe to the door. Gripping the handle, I turn it slowly.
The door swings open, revealing Asher standing on the other side, that same hardened expression on his face that I’ve seen countless times.
What … is he doing here?
I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want, Asher?” I ask quietly.
He pushes the door open and shoves his way inside, startling me a few steps back. The water droplets clinging to my skin begin to cool, sending a shiver down my spine. Asher closes the door behind him, shutting out the outside world and trapping us inside this confined space.
He stalks toward me, and I retreat until my back is against the shower curtain, his face barely inches from mine.
“What makes you think your attraction isn’t a mutual feeling?” he says softly.
My mouth drops open. “I …”
His gaze runs slowly down my body, across the small towel barely covering what it needs to.
“You think I don’t fantasize about everything I want to do to you? That I haven’t done that since the day you walked into my office?”
My brow furrows. “You’re only doing this because I’m some damsel in distress to you. You only had sex with me so you’d have an excuse to stop me from working at the club anymore.”
“I fucked you because Iwantedto,” Asher states, his voice low. “And I’m going to do it again.”
He grips the bottom of my towel and yanks, pulling it from my grasp and forcing it to fall to the floor. I gasp, suddenly fully naked in front of him. His eyes peruse my body slowly, my chest rising and falling.
He reaches out to pull me against him, crushing his mouth against mine. I immediately melt into the kiss, running my fingers through his hair.
His hands roam my body as our kiss becomes deeper. They skim my back, my hips, my stomach, then up to my breasts, teasing my nipples until I moan.
“Fuck,” he says as he pulls away, his voice husky.
He looks me over again, his gaze lingering on my breasts where he continues to rub his thumbs over my nipples, hardening them into erect buds. I arch my back, pressing against him, begging for more.
He grins slowly then pulls away, pulling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his sweatpants. He drops his underwear to the floor, freeing his already hard cock.
