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Am I being forward? Damn straight, but like Mina reminded me, I have something they don’t. Ash askedmeout, not the other way around.

Plus, he admitted to having a mad crush on meafterwe slept together.

Sometimes, it pays to take chances. If it works, I have a dinner date. If it doesn’t, then my love experiment, as it were, is finished and I’ll wave the white flag of surrender.

Either way, it’s an answer.

“I figured we would grab a drink,” the woman with the purple mohawk protests, shooting me a side-eye as she slides the tiniest bit closer to Ash’s side.

But Ash never wavers his gaze from me as a smile breaks across his face. I remember that dimpled smirk from our nights together, offered up right before he buried himself inside me and took us on the ride of our lives.

No doubt he’s recalling the same memory, if the raw hunger in his face is anything to go by.

Sorry ladies, even if your tits are two sizes larger than mine, Ash’s focus is singular—and it’s on me.

Time to play this one to my full advantage.

“I’ll be downstairs. Don’t keep me waiting.”

With that, I strut away, ensuring I toss in an extra hip shake for effect. Hey, my tits aren’t my only asset, and Ash has a real fondness for my peach.

Let’s hope it’s enough to make him send those women packing.

Chapter 2

Pizza or Bust

Ori

Forty minutes later, I’m one pizza richer, but my dinner date is still nowhere to be found.

Seems Ash has made his decision.

At least I have pizza to fall back on. With a sigh, I open the box and inhale the tantalizing aroma. Warm dough and melted cheese might be a poor substitute for time with Ash, but it’ll have to do.

I’m only three bites in, complete with drops of sauce on my chin, when the basement door opens and heavy boots smack against the steps.

Well, well, well—color me surprised.

“Thanks for waiting for me.”

Glancing up, I wipe the sauce from my face and offer Ash a shrug. “I said thirty minutes. Don’t keep a hungry woman waiting.”

Chuckling, Ash grabs a slice, pausing to drop a kiss on my forehead. “Thanks for dinner, and the intervention. Those women wouldn’t shut up.”

“Too much fawning and pawing for one night?” I smirk, desperate to appear unaffected by his proximity.

“I’d prefer pawing from someone else. You interested?”

I quirk a brow at him, although I’m sure that line works on every woman in town. The man doesn’t perspire, he sweats sex appeal—and he damn well knows it.

“Is that your way of wooing me into bed again, Asher Hammond?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining the other times. In fact, all I heard was you yelling my name and screaming for more.”

God, I hate how cocky he is.

Cocky and correct, as the case may be.

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