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I wasn’t expecting all this tonight, yet here we are.
“Damn, some of these are getting high bids,” he muses, and he seems like he wants to say something more, but then he hesitates.
I wonder what he was thinking and where he might have been going with those thoughts, but we continue walking and checking the other auction items.
He adds a bid on that weekend at the Red Rock, outbidding my new friend Ellie. When he turns away, though, he doesn’t crash into anyone carrying a tray, and instead, he leads me toward the dance floor, his hand still clutching mine.
Some Calvin Harris remix is playing, and we start to move with each other. It’s just about over, and the beat eases into the familiar keyboard stabs of “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims.
Asher moves in a little closer to me, reaching one arm around my waist to haul me into him, and I grip onto his upper arms as we start to sway to the song.
I listen to the words and feel like I can relate. I’m losing control more and more every second I’m in this man’s presence.
He sings about needing release, and I feel Asher’s arm tighten around me as his other hand comes up to palm my face. I lean into his touch and close my eyes as I really feel myself starting to slip.
I don’t know a damn thing about him other than his name, that he hates mushrooms, and that his dad likes lotto tickets.
I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know who his friends are, or if he drinks coffee in the mornings, or even if he’s single.
But as I open my eyes, one thing is made very clear.
He wants to fuck me, and that feeling is most definitely mutual.
Chapter 8: Asher Nash
She Doesn’t Know Who I Am
The tension between us is palpable. Can I wait until the auction winners are announced to invite her upstairs?
I’m not sure.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this strong of a need to tear off someone’s clothes before.
She pulls her face back from my palm, her eyes opening as if she just had the same thought. Her eyes are hooded when they move to mine, and she flexes her hands where they land on my biceps as the song comes to an end and Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” starts playing.
She clears her throat, but neither of us moves out of the grasp we have on one another.
And then Grayson walks by and flicks my ear, clearly misreading the tension between Desiree and myself.
That fucker.
I turn around, letting go of her as those around us did once the slow song ended and the faster one began, and I offer him a glare.
I know better than to retaliate. He’s the tallest and heaviest of the four Nash brothers, perfect for his position as a defensive back, and he’s got about three inches and thirty pounds on me.
He grins at me, and he and his wife start to dance.
This woman dancing with me is here at the Vegas Aces annual charity ball, but I can’t tell if she knows who I am—or who my brother is. So who the hell is she, and why is she here if she doesn’t know the two of us? We’re related to the head coach.We hail from the infamous Nash family. Everyone in this room knows who we are.
The reason why doesn’t matter. The truth of the matter is that I kind of like that maybe she doesn’t know who I am.
I’ve never looked for something meaningful, but I’ve also never been with a woman who wasn’t vying for my attention because of who I am.
Do I use that status to my advantage? I suppose the answer to that would be yes—in the past, anyway.
And I’m not saying I’m looking for something meaningful now, but everyone around me has changed over the last year or so, and it feels like I’m next in line. I’m due. And maybe this is it. This is the moment of change for me.
I’m not interested in commitment.
