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I can’t let him turn down a job for me. “That’s great.”

He smiles and casually turns his head to look at me. “You hungry?”

I nod, and we continue our date, going into the restaurant hand in hand.

I have no idea where this is going, but I do know I want more of it.

46

ASHER

It’s been almost a month since I found out Viv was going out on an actual fucking date with Sawyer. And since then, I've been doing my best to stay the fuck away from them both.

I’m angry. No, fuck that, I'm fucking livid.

I thought for sure he would get into her pants once and then be done, but now, a month later and during a game of hide and seek with Baz I walk past Viv’s room and see her all dressed up, staring into the mirror and applying lipstick.

For. Him.

I stop dead in my tracks, staring like a fucking creeper at her as she stares at her reflection in the mirror.

“Uncle Asher!” I look down at Baz as he flies out of the linen closet, gaining Viv’s attention as well as mine. She stays put, probably annoyed that I'm invading her space. Baz puts a hand on his hip. “You took too long. I’m bored.”

“Sorry, buddy.” I ruffle his hair, and he runs off to his room, giggling. I stand in place, my eyes glued to Viv.

Her hair is pulled up with her bangs swept to the side, and the dress she’s wearing makes me physically ache to be near her. It’s a short red dress with thin straps crossing in the back and dipping low, showing off her perfect cleavage.

I wantto fucking scream.

“Asher, what are you doing?”

I walk into her room, and she turns away from me back toward the mirror, putting in a pair of diamond earrings as I stand directly behind her and watch her in the reflection. “What are you doing?”

I feel her tense. “I’m getting ready for a date with Sawyer.”

I roll my eyes and make damn sure she sees it. “A date? Sawyer doesn’t date.”

Her small shoulder lifts as she moves to put a diamond stud in the other delicate lobe. “I guess he does now.”

I lean in closer, but I don’t touch her. “You’re a game for him. Has he fucked you yet?”

She swallows, her eyes closing briefly, and then her eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I told you. That’s none of your business.”

My mouth nears her ear, my voice a husky growl. “And how did he feel about me being inside you the first night he took you out?”

“You’re a real asshole.” She spins around, her arms folded under her chest. “I can’t believe you told him that.”

I smirk, still glad I did. I wanted him to know. “It must not have bugged him too much. I mean, you’re going out again.”

Her lips curl in a devious smile, and I know I'm not going to like what she says next. “I guess he’s not afraid of a little competition.”

“Little, hell. We both know there’s nothing little about me.”

Her breath hitches, and I’m momentarily satisfied. “Trust me. He can hold his own.”

I stop the growl bubbling up in my throat, wanting to beat the shit out of him for touching her. That is, if she’s not bluffing. I study her, trying to decide if she’s just trying to hurt me. That’s not usually her style. “You sure about that? Sawyer’s always been all about him.”

She doesn’t falter. “Not with me.”

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