Page 20 of Dragon's Honor

“Why does no one understand how completely stupid that question i? My last boyfriend wanted to me to be everything but myself. He really wasn’t even keen on being seen with me. I think he thought that I would be desperate and let him control me.”

“Why the hell would he think that?”

“Most people think an overweight woman is desperate for attention and love, because surely no one loves us. It’s bullshit by the way.” She rolled her eyes. “He didn’t like it when I stood up for myself. He liked control. I don’t want to be controlled.”

Ash growled but didn’t say anything more.

Finley grabbed a fork and took a real bite of her dessert. “Why are you so interested in me suddenly? You’ve had my number for a month.”

“My life is complicated.”

“Married?”

“Excuse me?”

Finley sighed. “Are you married?”

His gaze flickered to the bracelet. “No.”

“Kids?”

Ash scoffed. “No.”

“Then what’s complicated?”

Ash huffed a little chuckle. “You really don’t like sitting still.”

“Not while you eye me and your bracelet with a calculating gaze thinking your thoughts that you’re not sharing.”

“You’re a bit of a control freak too, aren’t you?”

“We’re all control freaks,” she barked.

Ash leaned back and pulled his phone out. Finley glanced at her clutch when she heard her phone buzz. She pulled out her phone and saw a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Let’s stay in touch. Talk.

Finley’s gaze flickered to him and then back to her phone.

Finley: Okay. But one eggplant emoji and I’m out.

His brow furrowed as he read her message.

She pulled her dessert closer and started to truly dig in, washing it down with the hot coffee. This was a far better date and she still didn’t even know what was going on.

5

Lip Locked

Ash opened the door for her as they stepped out onto the street. The way his jeans rubbed over the hard ridge of his cock was frustrating as they walked through the hot humidity of the night. Watching her eat dessert had been fucking torture. He was almost sure she was doing it on purpose.

“What do you do you for a living, Sawyer?”

She glanced over at him with a raised brow but didn’t ask whatever question was on her perfect full lips.

“I’m a photographer.”

“You any good?”

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