His eyes held mine and I realized he was serious, he wanted me to promise. As much as I had an aversion to grabbing, squeezing, and especially twisting a man’s balls I still found myself giving him what he wanted.

“Fine. I promise if I find myself unsafe, I’ll bust a nut.”

Wait.

What?

Did I just say that?

Asher smiled hugely at the same time my mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to catch a thought or the right words to correct my stupidity. None came. I was totally speechless.

Asher was not.

Well, he didn’t say any actual words, but his laughter did fill my room.

Again.

That was the third time I’d heard him laugh, a sound I could get addicted to. As a matter of fact, I already was.

I also found myself smiling—really, truly smiling—something I hadn’t done since the last time I was with Elise. Which felt so wrong but at the same time, oh so right. Elise was still missing, I still had a shit job I hated, and now I knew with certainty that Lorenzo Kelly, my boss’s son, wasn’t just a sleazebag but the King of All Sleazebags. But for some reason, I felt something settle inside of me. A feeling I didn’t want to examine too closely.

“I know we need to talk, and I’d like to hear what you found out about Elise, but before we do that do you mind if I shower? I hate sleeping in makeup and I’m still wearing my clothes from last night. I mean, you are, too, so if you want to—”

“Take a shower,” Asher cut off my rambling.

“If you want, after I’m done you can shower, too. You’d have to put back on—”

“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

“What? Why?”

He didn’t explain. Instead, he bossed, “Take your shower.”

“How am I killing you?”

Asher’s head tipped up and his eyes went to the ceiling. When they dropped, they were clear of humor.

“Please trust me. Just get in the shower.”

“Weirdly, I do trust you,” I told him, and his eyes flared. “But I’d still like to understand how I’m killing you.”

“Remember what I told you I planned on doing to you during our two hours?”

It took me a moment to remember what he was talking about but when I did my nipples started tingling.

“I remember.”

“That wasn’t bullshit.”

That wasn’t bullshit?

“That had not one thing to do with my case. That was me talking to a beautiful woman. Now, do you understand why I’m asking you to hurry up and get in the shower?”

“Kinda,” I answered honestly.

I wasn’t fully grasping his explanation, but I was fairly certain my confusion was directly linked to the throbbing that was happening between my legs.

Was it possible for a clitoris to throb?

I wouldn’t have thought so, but mine definitely was.

Asher groaned and I wasn’t sure if it was in frustration at my denseness or if he had some throbbing going on as well.