Page 46 of The Game Changer

“I’m smooth,” I argue, grabbing her wrist when she goes for my knee again.

With a light tug, I pull her down onto me. She falls with a gasp, and then her tits are squishing into my chest, her breath mingling with mine as I hold her against me.

“See what I mean?” I whisper, because that’s all I can manage. “Smooth.”

You’re playing with fire, man. Stop this.

But I can’t. Because her hair smells so good, and her lips are right there. Those big blue eyes are drinking me in like I’m hot, and who says we can’t distract ourselves with something both our bodies obviously want?

My lips part, an invitation to my bedroom right on the tip of my tongue, when Asher strolls back in.

“No doing it on the living room couch. That’s public domain, dude.” He throws his baseball cap at us.

I catch it just before it hits Caroline’s face and drop it on the floor with a growl.

“I was actually about to invite—” A phone starts ringing, cutting me off. “Whose is that?”

“Mine.” Caroline scrambles to get off my knee but catches her heel on the coffee table, tipping sideways.

I lunge forward, snatching her arm before she hits the floor and pulling her back to her feet. Her shoulder hits my chest and I wrap my arm around her waist, making sure she’s steady before I’m willing to let her go.

She glances up at me, and there’s that look in her eyes again.

Fuck, she wants me.

My tongue darts out of my mouth, wetting my lower lip as my gaze drops to her lips.

“You gonna answer that or what?” Asher stalks into the entryway, obviously digging Caroline’s phone out of her coat pocket. “Hello, you’ve reached Caroline’s phone.”

“Who’s this?” a sharp voice says through the speaker, and Caroline winces, sucking in a soft hiss.

“This is Asher. How may I help you?” His smile is all charm, the way it always is when he’s speaking to women. It’s surprising that his teeth don’t sparkle like they do in cartoon movies. Apparently he has a sexy voice, but I don’t hear it.

“Why do you have Caroline’s phone?” the woman snaps. “Is she there? Wherever the hell there is?”

“Calm down, sweet thing. She’s right here.”

“‘Sweet thing’? You did not just call me that.”

Asher’s eyebrows form a quick roller coaster across his forehead. “What’s your name, then?”

“Who the hell do you think you are? And what have you done with my friend? You give her this phone right now.”

Asher frowns at the device, shooting a surprised look at Caroline before lifting it closer to his mouth. “Well, Miss Pleasant, maybe if you told me your name, I could call you that, because I’m quickly realizing that sweet and you aren’t simpatico.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“This short conversation is telling me enough.”

“Oh really? And what have you figured out, genius?”

Asher’s eyebrows dip into a sharp V. “That I’m currently speaking to an uptight shrutebag who needs to calm her tits and chill.”

Caroline slaps a hand over her mouth, dipping her chin and… Is she laughing?

I can’t decide what her shoulder shake means, but Asher is getting totally riled by this chick—I think it’s Leilani—and he needs to calm his own fucking tits.

Flicking my fingers at him, I hold my palm out for the phone.

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