Bity squirms uncomfortably, but not because he’s ashamed. He just doesn’t know how to act around Rene - he never has.
It’s odd he’s so comfortable around the ravishing Ash, but around annoying Rene, he’s a timid little boy.
“Yeah, um… Ash and I sort of started dating.”
“I thought you were just friends,” she almost whimpers, suddenly feeling intimidated by the goddess that has captured Bity’s attention.
Step one complete.
I’ve apparently gotten Rene to focus on Bity, so now’s my chance to go occupy the girl who will be pissed when she sees them flirting very soon.
“Excuse me. I forgot I had two dates. I probably need to go find them.”
Neither of them acknowledge me as Bity plays down his new relationship to her. I rush up the steps, avoiding all the scorned harlots' eyes as I pass by.
Damn I’ve fucked too many girls from this circle.
After Ash, I’ll let this circle breathe for a while and find a new one to dip into. I have to have that tempting vixen though.
There are at least six bathrooms on just the ground floor, so I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to know which one she chose.
Instead of haunting the halls, I opt to stay in the foyer where I know she’ll have to cross back through. Then I hear giggling.
It’s her.
I follow the adorable sound to the kitchen where Eduardo, Melanie's personal chef, is laughing and handing the sweet girl an appetizer.
“These are so frigging cute,” she snickers while staring at the oddly-sized thing in her hand.
“I know you like this one, too, Miss Ashiara” Eduardo says in his thick, Spanish accent.
She pops a new thing in her mouth, and I prop up against the wall to watch her as she moans in delight.
I’d love to be the reason she makes those sounds. Mmm. I will be.
“Eduardo, if you weren’t married, I’d kiss you right now,” she murmurs with her mouth still full.
“You fun to feed, Miss Ashiara. You always love my food.”
“Every time I eat your food, it makes me regret not moving in when Melanie asked me to,” she laughs while biting into a new piece and moaning out her ecstasy once more.
My pants tighten as I stiffen up. She’s killing me with that damn sound. I swear I’ve never heard something so hot. Now I’ve got to fuck her.
How is it she’s so close to the Prize family - close enough for Melanie to invite her to live with her - yet I nor Wren have ever met her?
Bity’s been hiding her from me. Smart little bastard. It’ll do him no good now though.
“Mr. Tag, sir,” Eduardo says with a smile when he notices me standing in the doorway.
“Evening, Eduardo,” I murmur cordially, pushing away from the wall just as Ash swivels around on her stool to face me, still chewing on her food.
“I need to get these to the outside to Ms. Prize. She want to taste my newest creation,” he says, struggling with his English a little.
She smiles softly while patting his arm on his way by her.
“Thank you for letting me sample them, Eduardo. Tell Melanie they have my stamp of approval,” she kindly offers, her legs crossing as he blushes under her praise.
“You always make me happy, Miss Ashiara.”
I’d love it if she made me happy for a few hours.
He walks on by, holding his tray full of strange creations, and then I move into the room to stare at the beautiful creature who is gazing fearlessly into my eyes. Why don’t I have any hold on her?
I’ve never had this problem before.
***
Ashiara
Damn it, Eduardo. How dare you abandon me and leave me alone with him!
Why does he keep staring?
Damn, I hope he doesn’t see how crazy he’s making me right now.
“So, Ash, you never did tell me your last name,” he murmurs with a sexy, low tone.
With a steady breath, I reply, “Branderwood.”
I have to keep everything clipped and short, and never give him an opening. That's an invitation for disaster.
“That’s very matter-of-fact,” he says with a mischievous smile.
I shrug, casually trying to play off my nerves.
“You asked, I answered.”
His lips tighten, and he leans against the wall in his expensive suit. I don’t have to know designers to see the perfect material begging to be touched. I try not to envision myself rubbing my hands anywhere on his body.
“So, you and Bity—I don’t get it.”
His confusion is genuine, and I don’t really understand that. Billy is damn good looking. If there was any spark between us at all, I’d go for it.
“Billy is a great guy. What’s there to get?”
“Are you an escort?” he blurts out, offending me instantly.