AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As bad as I feel for my dad, he’ll live. And now I’m truly here alone. I won’t have my parents over my shoulder watching my every move. I can dance the night away without anyone knowing I’m the new OC’s daughter—unless, of course, they pointed me out to everyone at their table, which is a possibility.
And so when Asher returns to the table with a gleam in his eye and another dirty martini—extra dirty, just like I like it—I feel like something shifts. No longer do I feel the need to censor myself, not that I was before. But there’s something about having your parents in the same room as you while you’re attempting to make a connection with someone that sort of…pops the balloon, I guess.
Well, the balloon is fully inflated, or whatever metaphor we’re using, and so is that throbbing between my legs.
He raises both brows quickly at me when he catches me looking at him.
I narrow my eyes at him. “You look like you’re up to something.”
He twists his lips. “How can someone have just met me and already seem to know me so well?”
“I’d say something cheesy about it being fate, but honestly, your face is giving it all away. What did you do?”
He laughs. “Stick with me long enough, and all will be revealed.”
I pick up my drink, and before I tip it to my lips, I ask, “Why does that feel like a dare?”
He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe because it is.”
I laugh, and I hold up my glass. “To whatever happens after we dance.”
He holds his up, too, and clinks it to mine. His eyes are full of that same mischief. “To having breakfast together tomorrow morning.”
His voice is low, flirty, and deep, and I need a sip of my drink to cool the heat between us.
But as we all know, alcohol doesn’t exactly cool much of anything. Instead, all it does is add fuel to the flames.
“Come with me,” he says, and he pushes to a stand and grabs my hand.
“Where are we going?”
“I bid on a couple auction items. Let’s check if I’m still winning.”
I nod, and we head over toward the auction tables, which is perfect since it’ll give me a chance to see how my mom’s bids are doing, too.
He doesn’t let go of my hand, instead tightening it as if he’s trying to show that we’re here together regardless of whether the night started that way.
I can’t say I mind that one little bit.
I spotSue Dixonon a spa treatment package, and she bid way over the value price. She could easily go get the spa treatment, but she’s trying to pump up the bids since the money goes to a good cause. It’s sweet, really.
Asher stops in front of a basket filled with Arizona lottery scratcher tickets and checks the bids. He’s still in the lead, and I glance over at him.
“Lottery tickets?” I ask.
“There’s no lotto system in Nevada, and my dad will go ape shit over these scratcher things. Usually we either have to driveforty-five minutes to California or over an hour to Arizona to get some.”
“That’s sweet that you’re getting them for your dad,” I say. “I’d love to scratch some with you. Maybe together we’ll get lucky.” I raise a brow.
He blows out a breath as his eyes study me, and then he leans in toward me. “Either way, I think I hit the jackpot tonight.” His breath is hot against my ear, and thrills race up my spine at his proximity.
Holy hell.
He smells good—clean and fresh with a hint of manly cedar underneath and something else. Cinnamon, maybe.
He looks good.
He seems invested.
