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“Uh-uh.”
“What? Why?” She frowns, confusion crinkling her nose, drawing my eyes to the cute smattering of freckles there, and I grin.
“I never said I was going to fuck you tonight,” I point out. “I only said I would takeyourache away.”
Her brows shoot up at my words, and I press a brief kiss to her lips again.
“Have a good sleep, Lily.”
Before she has a chance to stop me, I push off her and leave her room.
It’s fucking painful to do, my cock screaming at me to turn back around and bury myself in her heat, but that can wait.
I want Lily to know that this isn’t just about me getting my cock wet. I need her to see how serious I am about pleasing her. About worshipping her.
After all, she deserves nothing less, and fuck, what I have in store for her next will be worth the wait.
CHAPTER 9
LILY
I’m a total coward in the light of a new day. I woke earlier than usual and left the house before Asher could tempt me again.
Last night was… something else. I know I should be concerned about the fact that he ignored my pleas for him to stop. How he wrestled me until his tongue could stroke me into submission. But hell, it made it all the more hotter.
I’ve always known I was a little unhinged when it came to killing, but the things Asher Scott makes me feel are very similar, and I’ve never been like that in the bedroom. I know that has a lot to do with Alexander, but it’s like… Asher has awakened something inside me.
It should scare me, yet it’s tempting me even more. I love that feeling of letting go and setting the animal inside me free. She’s unapologetic and thrives on the crude and depraved… and the act of inflicting pain.
It’s like Asher knows me better than I know myself. Or at least, he knows my beast. He manages to reach her so easily, to coax her out of hiding, which is why I’m fleeing before I do something crazy, like completely give in to Asher.
Arriving at the salon early, I go over the schedule for the next few days, making sure everything we need is in stock, especially for the wedding I’m styling on Saturday morning.
Bonnie eyes me cautiously when she arrives with Lenny, oneof our apprentices, because I’m not known for coming in early. Staying late, yes, but coming in early, no.
Midway through the morning, when I’ve just finished a blow wave, I check my phone to see a message from Alexander. Immediately, anxiety tightens my chest, and I have the urge to simply throw my phone in the bin.
I don’t, of course. That would be stupid, so I open the message and see that he has booked a table for lunch today because he‘urgently’needs to speak with me.
I roll my eyes.
It’s just like that prick totellme I’m meeting with him instead ofaskingif I’m available. I should tell him to piss off, but I know it will just make things worse. Meeting him and getting it over with is the easiest option.
So, as soon as I’ve finished my last morning client, I dash off from the salon, catching a taxi across town to the pompous restaurant he always insists on eating at.
I could take my car, but I know I’m going to need a stiff drink as soon as I sit down, and because I’m such a lightweight after a couple of drinks, I can’t drive.
Walking into The West End, the host at the door already knows who I’m here for and shoots me a sympathetic look.
“He’s at his usual table.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes at her, and she giggles as I pass by, weaving my way through the tables to see Alexander’s dark, mousy hair, perfectly styled as usual.
The urge to drag my fingers through it and rough it up as I walk past him is very tempting. But I refrain.
Be the adult, Lily. Be. The. Adult.
As soon as his eyes land on me, his face lights up.
