Page 93 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
It should be illegal to be this handsome. Asher had styled his light-brown hair into artfully messy curls. He was wearing a classic fitted black suit and had chosen to wear the same maroon tie from the day of our presentation.
His hazel eyes roamed over my body, sparking with desire. “You look…gorgeous,” he murmured and reached for me.
Asher's strong arms slid around my waist, and I went into his warm embrace happily.
I playfully tugged on his tie. “How did you know I was going to wear a maroon-colored dress? Do you have cameras in my room?” I teased.
“Don't give me any ideas,” he said and leaned in to press a kiss to my cheek.
We held hands as we rode the elevator to the top floor. Tonight, this entire floor would be empty except for us. The staff had been told not to come up here. Damian had coordinated with them to help set it up earlier today. I was happy that we figured out a way that Asher and I could stay close to Adrian, but be able to spend some time alone, just for one night.
“It feels like we are going to a more grown-up version of prom,” I said to Asher as the elevator doors opened.
The keycard was waiting for us at the door to the largest suite on this floor on top of a pile of red rose petals.
“The keycard on top of the rose petals was my idea,” Asher said when he reached down to pick it up.
I giggled as he unlocked the door.
When the room was revealed, I let out a quiet gasp.
The first thing I noticed was that the room was covered in vases of red and white roses. They were on top of the grand piano, the wooden entertainment center, and in front of the crackling fireplace.
“I'm guessing that was your idea, too,” I said breathlessly as I walked into the giant room, staring around in amazement.
Asher came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. My legs trembled when he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.
For the next few minutes, we walked around the room, pointing out the things that we had chosen for tonight. On the dining room table with all of our favorite foods under silver domes. Asher remembered that my favorite dish was pasta carbonara. I made sure that there would be a pepperoni pizza for him because he had told me that was what he would choose if he could only eat one thing for the rest of his life.
“There’s slices of key lime pie in the fridge,” I told him with a smile.
“What about Adrian? Did you ask room service to bring one to his room?” Asher asked.
My heart warmed, and I squeezed his hand. “Of course.”
Asher uncorked the chilled white wine that he had chosen and poured us two glasses. Soft music played from the speakers. I told Damian to pick anything but classical music.
As we sat down to eat, I couldn’t stop looking around at the romantic setting that we’d created. A lump developed in my throat as Asher handed me the basket of freshly baked buttered bread. This night was even more special because we had planned it for each other.
As we ate, Asher asked to hear stories about Adrian’s childhood. I told him about how he had learned to swim when he was only two years old and had loved the water ever since. And when he said his first word, which was “momma”, I started to cry, so his next word was “sad”.
While we were eating dessert, Asher reached over and grabbed my hand, making my stomach swoop.
“I’m so grateful that I get to spend time with you. This night is straight out of my wildest fantasies.” Asher said and rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “Have I mentioned how absolutely ravishing you look tonight?”
I giggled and put my fork down on my plate. “You may have mentioned it once or twice. But that doesn't mean that I'm tired of hearing it.” I smirked and winked.
Asher took my other hand in his and leaned across the table until he was inchesaway from me.
My laughter stopped at the passionate spark that showed in his eyes.
“Well, in that case, let me just say that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I'm so lucky to have you all to myself tonight,” Asher murmured and glanced down at my lips.
I shivered at his words and warm touch.
“You really know how to romance a girl,” I said and let out a shaky laugh.
“No, only you, Ivy. I only know how to romance you.”
