I’ve noticed over time that some of the male attention she gets bothers her. Tonight, however, she’s not letting anything deter her. As much as I hate the pink strapless dress she’s wearing that molds to her body, I'm happy that she’s not trying to hide away. She shouldn’t have to. If she wants to wear a bright, gorgeous dress she should be allowed to without being bothered. Lucky for her, I’m going to make sure that happens all while I enjoy the hell out of her dress. The daggers she’s staring into me right now will do nothing to deter me.

Can’t fault her for that, either. The Hancock sisters Charlotte and Samantha have zeroed in on Asher and me. A dull headache had started to form from their overpowering perfume until I spotted Emily and all I could think about was her sweet smell. Her dress is short, only coming to mid-thigh. It would be so easy to drop to my knees and push it up and bury my face between her legs.

She glides easily across the room, heading straight for her brother and me. Is she jealous? She has no reason to be, but that shit gives me hope, so I’ll take it. The heels she has on make her taller than she already is. Still, she’s a few inches shorter than I am, but I love that I could wrap my arm around her and pull her into my side, and she’d fit perfectly.

“You're blocking the bar.” Emily cuts in on whatever the Hancock sisters are going on about. She nudges between them to get to the bar. I don’t try to hide my smile. She’s in a mood, and I’m all for working her up. I love it when she’s feisty, especially when it’s not directed at me.

“Think you had enough last night,” I say casually. She ignores me, but I see her button nose turn up in a small flare of annoyance. How does her ignoring me both turn me on and piss me off at the same time?

“You’re breathtaking tonight, Molly,” Asher tells his stepsister. Yeah, I keep calling her that to piss him off. It’s been working all afternoon. I should probably stop poking the bear being I’m about to be poking his little sister very soon.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Emily turns back around, handing Molly a glass of champagne.

“You look nice as well,” Asher quickly tells his sister. Emily peeks over at me through her lashes. Is she waiting for me to comment on what she’s wearing?