Page 33 of Be Your Forever
“I need a minute. You literally tongue fucked the words out of me. I can’t even process anything beyond you between my legs.” We both start laughing, enjoying each other’s company.
“Do you have to go back out there?”Theremeaning the bar. I don’t want to, but I need to. But Bri’s here, and I just want to stay with her. Talk to her. Fuck her some more.
“Yeah, unfortunately I do. But you are going to put your clothes back on and stay in the office. I don’t want any men ogling you like they did when you walked in.” Bri scoffs at me like she can’t believe a word I said.
“They weren’t ogling me, Asher. I think you need to get your eyes checked.”
“Brianna. I saw at least three men choke on their beer the second you walked in the room. Two almost fell out of their chairs, and a few others practically had their tongues hanging out of their mouths like dogs. So, yes, they were gawking at you, and they liked what they saw.
“I gotta go, but you hang in here and chill until closing. I’m thinking of shutting down early so we can go home and do that again.” I give her a quick kiss before I adjust my hard on. I lean down to look in the mirror, making sure I look somewhat presentable. I shoot a quick glance at Bri, tossing a wink in her direction. My hand is on the doorknob when I hear her sweet, sultry voice stop me.
“Uh, Asher?" She points to her own chin, her cheeks blooming a gorgeous shade of ruby red.
"What?" I feign innocence, knowing damn well what she's referring to.
"You have…um." Her shyness returns, her eyes darting away before meeting mine again.
"Baby, I’d happily wear your cum on my lips for the rest of my shift."
Her jaw drops as I leave her there, blinking back at me with a spot-on impression of a computer malfunctioning. Good, now she’ll know how it feels to be stupid with lust.
I walk out of the office, ignoring all the eyes that are on me. I don’t give a shit that they just heard us having sex. I go straight to the dirty glasses and begin washing them. I feel Gage walk up next to me and just stare holes into the side of my face.
“Not a word,” I say.
“Wasn’t gonna say shit, man.” I glance at Gage as he winks at me before tossing the towel over his shoulder and serving more customers. The grin stays on my face the entire evening, because in my office is my person. The one I know I want to do life with. Who wouldn’t smile at that?
Brianna
How does he know about tropes?
That.Was.Incredible.Theway Asher just took charge anddominatedme? New kink unlocked. But it’s been thirty minutes, and I have to pee. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, listening to the faint murmuring of voices from the other side of the door. I know people heard me—heardus—but I’ve held off for as long as I can. I either say screw the embarrassment and walk out of the office, or face the wrath of a UTI. Yeah, fuck that.
I get up from the desk, grabbing my clothes off the floor, and get dressed as fast as humanly possible. I open the door and peek around the corner to make sure Asher is occupied. He might not want me leaving this office, but I can’t hold it in anymore.
Balanced on the balls of my feet, I hurriedly rush toward the bathroom, praying my heels don’t make any noise. There’s nothing more satisfying right now than emptying my bladder. I let out a sigh of relief before finishing up in the stall. I’m just pulling my pants back up when I hear the door open.
I don’t think much of it, but the second I step out of the stall, I freeze. Standing before me is a five-foot-ten blonde goddess with the kind of curves a supermodel would envy. Her blonde tresses are styled in old Hollywood waves, resting against her mid-back. Perfect bee-stung lipsany man would have wet dreams about, that also spit pure venom at anyone who dares to get in her way. Eyes so blue and sharp, she could cut you down to size with just one look.
Giselle. My friend turned nemesis. We used to be friends…a long time ago. Before Avery came into my life in college, Giselle and I were attached at the hip. Many summers were spent going to the community pool or spending all day at the beach. But then middle school hit and, well, it’s a tale as old as time: girl dates popular boy, girl abandons friends. I no longer lived up to Giselle's newly curated image, so she left me high and dry with zero explanation. We were content to pretend the other didn’t exist. I thoughtmaybewe could be friends again. I had stupidly hoped we would, but then said boyfriend went and fucked it all up, leaving our friendship broken beyond repair.
I peer into my former best friend's eyes, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Of course she’d be here. It’s where she stalks her prey.
“Brianna. It’ssooooogood to see you.” Her voice is coated with venom—get too close and you’ll get poisoned.
“Giselle.”
The whooshing of the water flowing from the sink isn’t enough to drown out her shrill voice. The soap lathers between my hands as my focus becomes obsessed with watching the tiny bubbles pop. The warmth from the spout isn’t enough to distract me from the sinking feeling in my stomach. Conversations with her are never good.
Her gaze feels like tiny spiders crawling beneath my skin. The blood drains from my face when her eyes trace every curve of my body, nausea clawing at my gut. My mouth feels like I ate a giant spoonful of peanut butter, and there’s no water to cut through the thickness.
I can’t stay in this bathroom forever. It’s a decent-sized bathroom, but with Giselle being in here, it feels like it’s been slashed in half. I dry off my now pruney fingers with a paper towel, making a beeline for the door, only to have her step in between me and the exit.
“That was quite the little performance you gave back there. I hope you got paid well.” She smirks, and the insinuation isn’t lost on me. Either I’m a porn star or an escort. Normally, I wouldn’t let her get to me. The old version of me would refuse to let her lack of self-worth get the better of me. Now, I can’t seem to muster up the courage to fight back.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I attempt to push past her again, but she stands firm in her spot.
“Asher really is good with his hands, isn’t he? Has been since high school, especially at parties. You remember that one party, right?” Giselle’s villainous grin turns my stomach sour.
