Page 20 of Just A Kiss
She frowns but answers. “I’m renting it out. Why?”
“No reason.” I wave my hand in the air. My plan was to sell my mother’s house and rent hers out until I found something I could afford.
She opens her mouth to speak, but her cell rings. “I gotta take this.” She answers her phone, “Hello, Dr. Anderson …” and exits the room.
I begin to undress in a hurry. Shit! I don’t have time for this. I don’t even know why I said I would go to this damn art gallery opening in the first place. I know nothing about art except the good shit is expensive. I should have picked up a shift at The Horseshoe instead.
I’m bent over placing my left foot into my dress when the door opens. I look up, expecting to see Hadley, but to my surprise, it’s Asher. “What are you doing in here?” I snap, yanking the silk fabric up. “Get out!”
He shuts the door instead, closing us inside. “We need to talk.”
“Do you always just walk into Aiden and Hadley’s bedroom?” I demand, pulling my sleeve over my shoulder.
He smirks. “No, but Aiden gave me the okay, and I passed Hadley on her phone. So I figured I was safe.”
I roll my eyes and turn to face the mirror. Nervously, I begin to run my fingers through my hair. I didn’t get to do much to it since I came straight from work. I don’t even have my makeup done yet. I wanted to look good for him tonight and wanna kick myself for even thinking that way. But too late now. He’s seen me. “Why are you here, Asher?”
He comes up behind me, placing his hands on my hips, and my body stiffens with his touch. “I wanted to catch you alone.” He runs his hands up my sides slowly, softly skimming over the thin fabric.
“Asher …”
“Shh.” He lowers his head to my neck, and I tilt my head without thought. “I just wanna touch you for a second.” His hands run over my rib cage and move around my chest to cup my breasts over my dress.
My head falls back to rest on his shoulder, and a moan escapes my lips. “But I’m …”
“Engaged.” He finishes my sentence. “And my date tonight is a prostitute. We’ve established this.” He runs his nose up my neck. “And I still want you.”
My body breaks out in goose bumps when he begins to nibble on my ear. “Pull your dress up,” he orders roughly.
I quickly gather the material in my hands and pull it up to my waist. One of his hands drops between my thighs, and he growls into my ear when he realizes that I don’t have any underwear on. I hadn’t gotten that far yet. He runs his fingers over my already wet pussy, and I push my hips forward, wanting more.
He slides two fingers into me, and my hips begin to rock against them. His free hand comes up and grips my chin, angling my head to the side. And then his lips are on mine. He kisses me deeply. Taking away my air while he brings me to an orgasm that has my knees shaking.
When he pulls away, I’m dizzy for another reason. “I’ll see you later.” Then he exits just as fast as he entered, leaving me weak in the knees and pissed.
* * *
I stepout of the limo and extend my hand to help Candy exit as well. Lights flash from the reporters that litter the entrance of the Langston Gallery. I pull her to my side and wrap my arm around her waist, and we smile for the cameras. Our faces will be plastered in the papers come tomorrow morning. Especially since my father’s law firm’s financial donation made this place happen. Leonard Langston is a good friend of my father’s.
Another limo pulls up, and I turn around to watch my brother exit the car, followed by my sister-in-law. I’m about to finish walking down the red carpet, but the sight of the beautiful blonde stepping out into the cold night makes me pause. She has her hair pulled up into a tight bun, and she has a big smile on her face as Nate takes her arm. When her eyes meet mine, her smile falters for just a second, and then she recovers.
I turn and continue to walk into the gallery, pretending it doesn’t bother me that she is here with that idiot instead of me. I want her on my arm. I want her to be the woman in the pictures with me that will be published tomorrow.
“Asher.” My father calls out once I enter.
“Father.” I nod, coming up to him and turn to my date. “I would like you to meet Katy Lane.”
He looks her up and down and then gives her a smile. Reaching out his hand, he says, “It’s nice to meet you, Katy.”
She nods, shaking his hand. “You too, Mr. Kyle.”
Then he turns to me. “Son, may I speak to you for a second?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before he turns and walks away.
I lean into her. “I’ll be right back.” And I walk over to the corner where he stands now with a glass of champagne in his hand. “What is it?” I ask although I already know what he is going to say.
He lowers his voice. “You are here with a prostitute.” I open my mouth, but he continues. “And I know she’s a prostitute ’cause you’ve represented her.”
I nod. “Yes. I remember.”