“Fuck,” I blurt out while a valet rushes over.
“Can I help you?” the guy prompts.
“You can get Thing Two off of me,” Ash growls as she lays sprawled out on the ground under the crushing weight of the limp girl.
Yeah... this is going to take one hell of a recovering.
Ash already acts like she hates me. She probably will now. Damn my luck.
The valet grabs… whichever one it is I’m holding, and I rush over to scoop the other off Ash as she grumbles and groans under her breath. Another guy rushes over and takes the deadweight from my arms as I lean down to inspect the ravishing dark-haired girl who is refusing to meet my gaze
.
“Your heel broke,” I murmur, as if to myself, while surveying the damage done.
“Gee, you think?” she snaps while pulling the shoe off completely.
Her toes are so fucking cute. Each one is painted a color to exactly match her dress, and I smirk while bending to pick her up.
“What the hell are you doing?” she sneers while trying to swat me away.
“You’re bleeding and now you're barefoot. I’m going to carry you back to the house, and then I’m going to clean you up. It’s the least I can do."
She blinks a couple of times, and then she glances around at the sea of gravel surrounding us.
“Shit,” she exhales while giving in to my request and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I wouldn’t be bleeding or barefoot if it wasn’t for your overly showy date entourage. Really? You had to bring two drunk bimbos?”
Jealous maybe? Or am I just reading too much into her little tantrum?
Her body feels so good pressed to mine, and my eyes lock with her deep blues that seem to resemble a stormy sky.
I’m almost breathless for the first time ever. Even worse, I’m speechless. Where are all my skills when I need them? My swagger has deserted me.
Her lips part slightly, and her eyes fall to my lips, almost looking longingly at them. I can’t tell if she wants me to kiss her, or if she’s just fucking with me. It looks sincere though, so I decide to make my move
A throat clearing interrupts our almost kiss, and I lean back while her head jerks to the front.
“Sorry, Sir, but where would you like us to take these girls?” one of the forgotten valets strains out through exhaustion, still clutching the girl to his chest.
“My car. It’s right there. If one of you will-”
“What the hell is going on?” Wren gushes as he sprints toward us.
“Well, a lot actually. I was about to give them the address to take the girls home. They don’t live far from here.”
Wren’s eyes narrow as Ash lets a dramatically exasperated chuckle free.
“You’re sending away your dates?” Wren asks.
“Your mom might kick my ass if I don’t,” I say to downplay things.
I really just want a shot with Ash, and she’s not really digging the whole two-date thing. Some girls would see it as a challenge, and they'd work twice as hard to gain my attention. I'm positive she's not one of those girls—unfortunately.
“Well, just let me take Ash, and you can drive them back.”
“She’s bleeding. We both know how you are around blood,” I quickly interject, and he grimaces while damn near leaping backwards.
“Right. I’ll just go get Bity then,” Wren says with a gagging reaction.