Page 77 of Down & Dirty: Rage

“Get on. Gettin’ you some fuckin’ food.”

“Ashton.”

“Baby, last time I’m sayin’ it. Get. On. My. Fuckin’. Sled.”

If he thought he could intimidate her, he was wrong. “I’m already late getting home.”

“You’re twenty-four-years old. Don’t got a curfew.”

“But his spidey senses are tingling. He’ll be watching me closer than ever.”

“Think he’ll be waitin’ up for you?”

It was possible.

She sighed. She was an adult and needed to be treated as one. “I really need to move out. Do you want to rent out your second bedroom?” She was only half-kidding. But if he said yes, she’d jump on it.

Then she could jump on him.

She had sex one time and now look at her: she already wanted to jump Ash’s bones again.

“Want me to die?”

She chuckled nervously. The threat of death could squash any ideas of intimacy.

“Look. Talk to Bri. She got a second bedroom that’s empty.”

Now why didn’t she think of that? “Damn, Ash, that’s a good idea.”

“Got a few functionin’ brain cells left outta the dozen I started with.”

When Lyric laughed, Ash stared at her with hisnostrils flared.

“Do you think she’d care about sharing her apartment?”

“Ain’therapartment, it’s the club’s. She don’t pay shit for it. Not sure she got a say.”

“I guess I can ask her.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He shook his head, making her aware of how good his braids looked, and the empty space on the side of his head reminded her she still needed to fill it. “Gonna handle it.”

Huh?Her brow dropped low. “Who’s going to handle it?”

“Me.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Right. Don’t, but gonna. Right now, gonna go get food in your gut.”

Again, tonight might not be the best night to be seen together. “Ash.”

“Baby.”

She threw her hands up. “Why are you so damn stubborn?”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Why the fuck are you?”

She changed tactics. “It’s after ten. There’s probably no place open.”