Page 87 of Ruthless Heir

The evening wears on and I have a surprisingly great time but in the back of my mind I keep wondering what next.

What will we do next?

What will happen next? What will we have to fake next that will feel real?

And is it just me who’s worrying about this?

Maybe Asher is fine. Maybe this is nothing to him. After all this is his world and he’s used to the attention. Since we arrived I’ve noticed so many women looking at him, not even caring that he’s clearly with me.

I guess the irony of the situation is that he doesn’t really belong to me.

So either way it doesn’t matter.

Chapter Eighteen

Harper

Midnight comes and it’s time to head home.

Day one is over and we did well.

Asher and I slide into the backseat of the Maybach waiting to take us back to the Hamptons and we set off.

I look over at him sitting next to me, tall, brooding, and handsome.

He turns to face me. “We did it.” His voice is as reflective and soothing as a gentle caress.

“We did.”

“You okay?” He slides his hand over mine on my thigh to give it a gentle squeeze. It’s a completely innocent touch but I feel it everywhere and the warmth of arousal makes moisture bead between my thighs.

“I’m good. You?”

“I am now.” He smiles at me, looking like he wants to say more but is holding back because of the driver.

It’s nice to see him look at me with such admiration instead of the disapproval he’s been sporting since Massachusetts.

We reach home within the hour but I don’t want the night to end. I feel like if it does the magic will go with it.

We go inside the house and when we reach the corridor where we’re supposed to go our separate ways our steps slow.

We stop and face each other. Conflict seems to settle in Asher’s expression, but I don’t know if I’m seeing what I want to see. It’s hard to tell when you’re dealing with a guy who can either mask his emotions or switch from one to the next as effortlessly as breathing.

“I’d say we had a great time tonight,” he states with an easy grin.

“Yes. We weren’t arguing and I wasn’t getting myself in trouble.”

“Maybe this is a new normal for us.”

“It seems that way.”

“Thank you for agreeing to do this…thingwith me. It helps a lot.”

“It’s a small price to pay considering what you did for me.” I give him a coy smile, showing my appreciation for saving me from whatever fate awaited with Vito and the debt.

“Don’t worry about it. We seem to have a mutually-beneficial agreement.”

Mutually beneficial.

---