Page 60 of Obsession on Repeat
"Only everyone who has eyes… and ears," she smirked, motioning for the door. "Now go play something filthy and unapologetic. You’ve earned it."
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Mostofthecrewhad cleared out, only a few lingering bodies at the bar. Asher was waiting in the booth, leaning back with one hand on the mixer, the other tucked casually into his pocket. He looked up when he saw me. I felt myself start to sweat at the look on his face, swallowing nerves that suddenly erupted at how much he truly affected me. One look, and I would collapse into a puddle on the floor, my insides nothing but mush.
I slipped behind him. I reached for the volume slider to give my hands something to do.
"You good?"
I adjusted a knob that didn’t need it. "Vanessa gave her blessing…. That and told me to keep the storage room off-limits."
He chuckled softly, brushing his knuckles along the back of my hand. "You know, it wasn’t the sex. I liked you before I ever touched you."
I didn’t have anything clever to say back, something my chest cracking as if under a weight that I carried for far too long. I let go of the mixer, and did the only thing that felt right. I kissed him.
The break room smelled of burnt coffee and floor polish. I leaned against the counter, eyes half-lidded, scrolling mindlessly through my notifications.
DJ Fetish and Hollywood Star Asher Lark Heat Up The Night!
My thumb froze over the screen. I tapped the article before I could stop myself. A photo of us leaving the club the night before, my hand on his chest and his mouth dangerously close to mine. A moment frozen in time that was stripped of everything itactually meant.
Australia’s hottest DJ has moved on from Sullivan Masters… with his industry rival.
I stared at the screen for a full ten seconds before I locked it and set the phone face down on the counter. Fighting the urge to throw up, I stared at the phone, ignoring how it buzzed a happily little dance across the table.
Gina pushed open the break room door at that exact moment, a protein bar in one hand, iced coffee in the other. "Good afternoon, did you know you’re trending?"
"You don’t say?"
Ignoring my sass, she walked over and flipped my phone around. "Someone sent me the link five minutes ago. You and Asher are on the front page, complete with heavy breathing."
I rubbed my eyes. "Shit.”
"You look hot, though," she offered, sipping her coffee. "He looks like a man who’s finally been fed."
Groaning, I dropped my forehead against the table. "I hate it here."
"Rory? Are you okay?"
I didn’t answer. It wasn’t embarrassment or anger. I felt exposed, again.
The break room door creaked again. Gina glanced over her shoulder, lifting her eyebrows. "And that’s my cue to leave."
I knew it was him without looking, her action and the way the room quieted too familiar to believe it was anyone else. Head on the table, I listened to her slip out, closing the door behind her with a little too much grace.
"Rory?"
I closed my eyes for a beat, then lifted my head to meet his gaze. He stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets. "You saw it?"
"It’s kind of hard to miss. You’re on half the front page of the internet."
"Of course I am.."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "There’s nothing to say. It’s happening again."
His brow furrowed. "What is?"
