Page 43 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
I sigh. That wouldn’t have worked either. My family was furious that I’d managed to get myself knocked up. Uncle Ewan demanded I abort the pregnancy, and once he did that, my parents took his side. I didn’t really have anywhere to go but back to Alexander.
I stay on my knees in the dirt for a while, almost expecting Asher to turn up at my side, but he doesn’t, so I give myself this moment, and then bury all the hurt down deep where it usually stays before I drag my sorry arse back off the ground and navigate the trail, returning to Asher.
“You did as I asked,” I say as I approach him, his head darting up from studying the ground.
“Of course. I can follow instructions.” He gives me a lazy smirk, and it feels so familiar that I have to stop myself from walking right into his arms.
“You didn’t follow instructions last night.” I lift a copper brow at him, and his smirk grows.
“When it comes to worshipping you, I don’t understand the words no or stop.”
Dear Lord, this man is going to completely undo me.
“That’s going to be a problem,” I state, crossing my arms over my chest, and his brows shoot up.
“It is?”
“Yes,” I sigh. “You need to give me some time to process things.”
He straightens from his bike. “How much time?”
“I’m not sure.”
Asher blows out a frustrated breath. “Can I worship you while you process?”
I can’t help it. I giggle, but shake my head. “No.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like fun,” he states, and my shoulders drop.
“I’m sorry. I can’t get over the fact that I helped raise you. It seems wrong in my head to be doing things like we did last night.”
“But it also feels right. Doesn’t it?” Asher grins, and I shrug.
“Which is why I need time,” I admit, and he nods, his eyes falling to the dusty ground as he kicks a stone around with his boot.
“Are you going to keep dating while you process?”
I want to say no, because that’s the truth, however I still need a cover when I go out on kills. The best way to do that is for him to think I’m on a date.
“Yes. Please do the same.”
Asher is quiet for a beat while he studies me, his whisky eyes dancing between mine.
Can he tell I lied just now?
“You think you can handle seeing me with someone else, knowing what my tongue can do?”
Shit. My cheeks heat at his words, and I can’t hold back my grin.
“Stop trying to hypnotise me with sex. It won’t work.”
Asher chuckles. “On the contrary. It’s worked each time so far.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hide my grin.
He knows how to get to me. I don’t know how that happened, but he’s damn good at it, which is why I need space. I can’t think straight around him.
“Was it purely a coincidence that you were at The West End today when I was?” I ask and he smirks.
