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I smiled. I bet few people got to see Dean Prince unsure of himself. “Yes, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”
If my world was about to crash and burn around me, I wanted to take at least one more night of pleasure for myself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dean
Inviting Ashlyn todinner hadn’t been part of the plan, but her defending me increased my desire to get to know her better. One minute I was thinking about how beautiful she was, and the next I was asking her out to dinner.
When she said yes, relief hit me fast, followed by panic.
What if Ashlynwasmy mystery woman? The intensity of my attraction to both women had me hoping she was one minute and not the next. I’d built up the memory of our physical connection over the past month to the point she was constantly on my mind when I was awake, and I dreamt of her when I was asleep. One night with her hadn’t been enough.
The more time I spent with Ashlyn, the more I believed it could be true. Perhaps Henri was right. It was time to see if Ashlyn and my mystery woman were one and the same.
Now I stood in front of her apartment about to knock. She’d suggested we meet at the restaurant, but I refused to do that. This was a date. I may be a player, but my mother programmed into me that a gentleman always picked up his date.
Her startled gaze when I’d insisted made me wonder if her dates didn’t typically pick her up. I was determined to be far better than all of those dumb assholes.
I knocked and heard whispers beyond the door. She hadn’t mentioned a roommate, but I never thought to ask either. The door opened, and a lithe redhead smiled at me. “Hi, you must be Dean. I’m Stella, Ashlyn’s stepsister.”
“Sister.” I heard from behind Stella.
Stella playfully rolled her eyes.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Stella.” I smiled. Clearly, the two were close.
Then Ashlyn came into view. The ice blue halter dress was the same shade as her eyes, and the deep V of the bodice looked incredibly sexy. The way it cupped her breasts only hinted at what was underneath and had my thoughts going wild. The hem of her dress ended just past her knees. With each step she took, it swayed, taunting me, making me hope she was who I thought she was. “You look stunning.”
Her cheeks turned a delicate shade of red, and she bit her lip.
“Say thank you, Ash.” Stella whispered loudly to her sister, who now stood by her side.
Ashlyn gave me a shy smile. “Thank you.”
I held out the crook of my arm, and after a brief hesitation, Ashlyn took it.
