Page 34 of Forbidden Hearts
I purse my lips. “All right, I’ll check the binder.”
“Good call.”
I feel a little stupid standing here, so I grab my bag and head to my room. Once there, I put some stuff in the dresser and wonder where the sweet guy from the other day went—not that I want to see him because this aloof asshole is not someone I’m attracted to, which is good.
This is all good.
I don’t want him. I just wanted someone to make me feel good. Ha. Problem solved.
I do not want Asher Whitlock. I just want to be loved.
I laugh once, smiling at the fact that I figured out what the actual problem is, and head back to the kitchen, not feeling nervous at all.
He’s still sitting there, head down in his phone.
“I am going to take Olivia to the nail salon today, is that okay?”
“Well, you just told me what you were doing and asked if you could do it in the same sentence, so which one am I supposed to go with?”
I groan quietly. “Both. If you say yes, I’m going to need fifty dollars.”
Now his head snaps up. “Fifty bucks?”
“Yes, that’s for a manicure and a pedicure.”
“Is the polish made of gold?”
“Yes, Asher, they put gold flecks in the polish to keep the prices high,” I say sarcastically.
He pulls out his wallet and hands me a credit card. “This is for anything Olivia related. If you need gas, use this card. If you need food, use this card.”
“If we need a shopping trip in New Jersey?”
“Do not even think about it.”
It was worth a try, and we are out of the two-word answer phase.
When I tuck the card in my bra, he gives me a strange look. “What?”
“What the hell did you just do?”
“Umm, nothing.”
“Why is the card . . . there.” He points to my chest.
“Because that’s where girls put their license and credit card when we don’t have anywhere else to put it. They don’t exactly give us pocket options. Seriously, you’ve never seen Brynn do it?”
Asher pushes away from the table and grabs his plate. “No.”
“Okay, well, now you know. You can’t tell me you’ve never pulled a girl over and she had to fish her license from her bra.”
He turns his back to me, putting the dish in the sink, and stays that way. “Sure. I probably have.”
Not really sure where we go from here, so I change topics. “Anyway, thanks for the card.”
I move toward where the eggs are still sitting on the stove, suddenly hungry, but he shifts at the same time, and our bodies brush against each other. I swear, there are sparks.
My skin tingles where we touched, and his gaze finds mine, those aqua eyes swimming with something I can’t name. We are standing so close that his chest will press to mine if he takes a deep breath, and the sudden closeness sends my mind into a sea of nothingness. All I can feel and think is Asher. I inhale, and the musk, oak, and hint of spice that is his cologne overpowers my senses, but it’s the way he’s staring at me that makes my heart race.
