Page 60 of Forgotten Prejudice

She was obviously hitting on me, and it took me no more than a few seconds to debate whether I was interested or not. Considering how yesterday’s hookup didn’t go as planned, and that she had gorgeous legs I would love to have my hands over, it was an easy decision.

“It had better be mine if I’m sitting on it,” I answered with a half smirk that often did the trick.

She pursed her red lips and stepped closer before placing her hand on my arm. She had long, manicured nails that scratched my skin at the first touch, which I liked.

“You’re one of the chefs here, right?” She tilted her head, then flipped her hair over her shoulder to reveal her neck. “My girlfriends and I just had dinner here, and I swear to God every bite was to die for.” She licked her lips. It was a bit much, but it also worked because now I imagined her lips around my cock.

“Oh, yeah?” I peeked behind her at her girlfriends before going back to meet her stare.

Once again, she bit her lip and nodded.

Ash also did the same thing; only when he did it, he looked so innocent and cute, unlike this lady, who was determined to get what she wanted. Not that there was anything wrong with her approach. She was sexy, but I was somehow still put off. And yet, it didn’t stop me from what I asked next.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Candace.”

“So, Candace.” I flashed her a smile. “How about you get on my bike and then get to eat breakfast, too?”

Her eyes gleamed, and she wasted no time before climbing behind me. She didn’t wait for my permission before wrapping her arms around my waist, not being shy about groping my abs in the process. Without lingering too much, I kicked the gas, and twenty minutes later, we arrived home. Aiden was still camping, so we’d have the whole house to ourselves. Or so I thought.

“Oh my God, is this yours?” Camberly—or was it Ashley—gasped as she got off my bike and went to scan the black Porsche Cayenne parked in front of the house.

What the hell?

Confused, I ran up the steps and quickly reached for the door, which was unlocked. The second I opened it, a black pit bull charged at me.

“Holy shit!” I jumped back, almost falling down the stairs, when a familiar voice came through the walls.

“Pacha! Down! Down, boy!” Ash commanded the dog while trying to hold on to its collar as it continued to bark.

“Fucking shit, man, I almost had a heart attack,” I said through heavy breathing once he managed to calm the beast down.

“I’m sorry.” Ash smiled nervously, still petting his dog. “He’s very sweet and gets all excited with new people.”

“That’s sweet?” I raised a questioning brow at the forty-pound dog.

Ash looked up from the dog, and the moment our eyes met, I no longer cared about my near heart attack.

A small smile then spread on his lips. “His name’s Pacha. I’ve had him for a few years now.”

I was ready to ask Ash what he was doing here when Annabeth—okay, that wasn’t even close to her name—squealed while rushing to pet the dog.

Crap. I forgot she was here.

Ash was surprised, considering the shock on his face, but quickly brushed it off by giving the girl and the dog his full attention.

A few minutes later, we all went inside the house. Unaware of the awkward atmosphere, Claire, I think that was her name, asked to drink something.

“You didn’t tell me you have such a hottie for a roommate.” She winked at Ash when we reached the kitchen.

“He’s not my roommate,” I clarified. “And before you get any ideas into your head, he’s taken.”

She pouted. “That’s a shame.”

Ignoring her, I turned to look at Ash, who seemed amused. “What are you doing here?” I asked and watched the smile erase from his face.

“I came for Aiden.”