My lips claim hers as we both gasp for air. I don’t want to pull out of her. I want to stay there, live there, spend forever in her warmth.
The door to the bathroom opens, and I scramble to pull my pants up as Ash jumps off the counter and rushes into a stall.
I laugh a little, and then a fair-haired elderly lady walks in until she
startles to a stop just as I finish zipping up my pants.
“Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I thought this was the ladies' room.”
“It is,” I snicker, not really embarrassed the way I should be. I've done worse in more public places.
Her cheeks flood red, and I walk over to knock on the stall door that hides Ash.
“I’ll wait for you outside,” I murmur teasingly.
“Okay,” she says, nervous embarrassment in her tone.
The old lady’s eyes grow all the wider, and she shakes her head disapprovingly as I walk by her to head outside. If she thinks that was awkward, she would have died if she had walked in five minutes sooner.
I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever gotten off.
***
Ashiara
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
I can’t believe I just fucked him again - in a bathroom!
I groan inwardly, wishing I could just slap myself. He definitely made me stop crying - if that was what he was trying to do.
After the awkward encounter with the old lady in the bathroom, my cheeks are glowing red. Now what?
Do I tell him I can’t do this project because he's confusing to be around? Do I tell him he’s fucking with my head? Or do I just grow a set and pretend like I can be an occasional fling while making a bunch of money?
I’ve never been touched by anyone the way he touches me. It’s surreal, and I’m addicted to him.
He’s holding the door open for me when I reach the outside, and he ushers me into the passenger seat of his car. He doesn’t look directly at me. Instead, he kisses my forehead a little icier than the blistering encounter we just had.
I can’t do this project.
Chapter Seven
A Crazy World
Ashiara
“So he fucked you in the bathroom, brought you home, and hired you some bodyguards, but you haven’t talked to him in a couple of days? What’s the deal?” Shannon asks while helping me bring in the last box of my stuff to lock up in the storage room.
“I don’t know, but I’m sick of moving. I’m just going to stay in the hotel until this psycho thing is resolved. For now, Tag isn’t my focus - Mr. Crazy is.”
“You mean, Mr. Sadistic Bastard Asshole?”
“Yeah,” I huff out while pulling down the door and locking it shut with the thickest padlock I could find.
“So the bodyguards... how are they doing?”
I look toward Leo and Gary, both men waiting and watching as Shannon loops her arm through mine.