Page 17 of Just A Kiss
I watch her make her way toward the bathroom, and I lean over to my date and whisper in her ear. “I’ll be right back.” She nods in understanding. She’s already been paid, so she couldn’t care less who I’m chasing at the moment.
I open the women’s bathroom door without bothering to knock. Andi stands before the mirror, running her red lipstick over her plump lips. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror, and she spins around to face me. “You have some nerve.”
I lean up against the closed door. “I’m just playing the game. You can end it now.”
“She is a prostitute.”
I nod. “I’m very aware of what she does for a living.”
She crams her lipstick into her clutch and then stomps toward the door. I don’t move. “Asher, get out of my way.”
“No.”
She places her hands on her hips. “Are you going to fuck her tonight?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes narrow on me. “You are such a dick!”
I reach out, spin around, and flatten her back against the door. She’s panting, her chest rising and falling quickly. I push my hard cock into her, and she whimpers. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you I’ll be thinking of you?”
“Asher.” She gasps.
“Andi.” I use my pet name for her and lower my lips to her neck, kissing her sensitive skin. I remember how much she loved it when I did it in Tahiti.
“Why are you doing this?” she asks breathlessly.
“Because you pretended to be engaged.”
“It’s not pretend.”
I pull back from her neck and look down at her. “Bullshit.”
“Asher …”
I cut off her words when I slam my lips into hers. She opens her lips for me without thought, and I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She moans into my mouth and grips my suit jacket, pulling me to her.
My hands go to her hair, and I kiss her with so much desire her legs begin to go weak. When I pull away, she’s panting. Her eyes are closed, and her wet lips are parted. “Now tell me again that you’re engaged to that half a man sitting at our table?”
Her eyes slowly open, and I stare into them as I cup her face. “Tell me the truth. You want me to take you home tonight.”
She licks her lips. “You have a date.”
“She’s already been paid. That’s all that matters.”
My words remind her that I’m here with a hooker, and her heavy eyes narrow on me. She recovers from our kiss and shoves me away. I take a step back to give her space. “You are a piece of shit.”
I smile at her. “You’re the one with a fake fiancé.”
She turns around and storms out of the bathroom with smeared lipstick and hair that looks freshly fucked. I straighten my suit jacket and follow her, my smile still in place.
Dinner goes as planned. I made sure to keep a hand on Candy’s lap or holding hers. I even kissed her knuckles more than I would have if we were on a date alone. Andrea watched with narrowed eyes, but I ignored her as if she didn’t matter. As if I didn’t set this up to piss her off. But she retaliated just as well. She would lean over and whisper things into Nate’s ear, making him blush like a fucking schoolgirl. I didn’t like it, and I’m sure that’s the only reason she did it. But I was taught that you fight fire with fire.
“How’s your mother?” Hadley asks her, putting her fork down and blotting her mouth with her napkin.
She looks up from her third glass of wine. “Same.”
Hadley lowers her eyes to the table. “I’m sorry to hear that.”