“Wow, now I feel a little like a hooker,” she replied. I burst out laughing at her randomness. “A hooker, really? Does that mean you'll put out if I take you home with me?” She moved closer, raising one eyebrow. “What do you think the answer to that question is?” I blinked a couple of times. I’d never had a girl behave like this with me, usually once I’d made my move they were hanging all over me, listening to me talk, or just checking me out. It was refreshing to meet a girl that could hold her own against me. I decided to go for the honest answer. “My guess is I’m going to bed with a mental image of you, some lube and a box of tissues.” She burst out laughing and shook her head as she slapped my chest playfully. “You just get cruder and cruder the more I talk to you.” I did a little bow as if it was a compliment, which caused her to laugh harder. “So anyway, change of subject; why would your parents name you Ashley if your surname was Right? I mean, tha
I glanced in the mirror, messing with my hair for another couple of minutes, trying to make myself look the best that I could before heading over to Bryson’s. I really needed to give it my best effort tonight. Finally satisfied, I sighed and looked myself over; jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. I didn’t want to go there dressed to the nines and make it too obvious that I was desperate for her attention. “Get your game on, Jace,” I mumbled, as I slipped on my sneakers and headed to my best friend’s apartment to crash their dinner party. Well, ‘crash’ wasn’t exactly right because I’d called this morning and managed to talk Anna into inviting me over; whining that I hadn’t eaten properly for ages and how I'd had a hard week. As always, she fell for it. In reality, she probably knew the reason I was angling for an invite. On the way there, I stopped at the gas station, buying a bunch of flowers for Anna and a bottle of wine. By the time I pulled up at their apartment, I felt a
Laughing, she pushed the door open, holding it open for me to go in after her. I followed her in eagerly, looking around. The apartment was basic, and half unpacked boxes were stacked all over the place. “Coffee?” she offered, as she headed towards her poky little kitchen. “Sure.” I followed her in, watching as she made it. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her ass. Every time she turned around, my hands were itching to grab her, so I shoved them in my pockets to remove the temptation. “So, it looks like you’re almost done moving in,” I observed, trying to distract myself from staring at her body. Ashley sighed and nodded, frowning at the two boxes in the corner, labelled kitchen non-essentials. “Yeah, jeez, I hate moving. It’s such a pain. You don't realise how much crap you hoard until you’re boxing it all up,” she muttered, handing me a mug of coffee and nodding towards the sugar pot for me to help myself. I shook my head, smiling. “I’m sweet enough.” “Of course you are,
Throughout the following day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It annoyed the hell out of me that she was so hot and unavailable. I’d always wanted what I couldn’t have. My mind flicked to Ashley again, and a strange excitement resided in the base of my stomach. I knew tonight was just a friendly dinner, of course, but I was seriously hoping to sweep her off her feet and make her change her mind by the end of the night. My preparations were already made. A table had been booked at a fairly nice and romantic restaurant, the flowers and chocolates had been bought – I was all set. All I needed before I went was to get my game back, and then I’d be able to charm her straight into bed. A punch to my shoulder made me wince, and I looked up at Russell, frowning. I’d been off in my own little world thinking about her again, and forgotten I was in the middle of a training, sparring session with one of my teammates. Shaking my head to clear it, I brought my hands up to protec
Minutes later the waitress came over to take our orders. Ashley was chuckling to herself quietly as the lady tried to flirt with me, but I wasn’t in the mood – well, not unless the little gorgeous brunette sitting opposite me was up for it. “So, what does it feel like to be the most beautiful thing in the room? I’ve always wondered,” I asked, once the waitress disappeared. Ashley smiled weakly. “Look, Jace, I know you’re trying really hard, and I honestly appreciate the effort, but this just isn’t going to go your way. I don't sleep with guys unless I’m in love with them, so you’re fighting a losing battle if you're trying to get me into bed. Let’s just cut the act, and maybe we could be friends?” she offered hopefully. I blinked, taking in her words. She didn’t sleep with guys unless she was in love with them? She had to have been yanking my chain with that. There was no way that could be true; she was probably just trying to scare me away from her. I nodded and t
As I turned, I saw her standing just behind me. I grinned as I set my hands on her hips and lifted her onto the counter. A sexy little squeak of surprise left her lips as a blush coloured her cheeks. While she busied herself pulling on the bottom of her dress, trying to cover up her legs where it had risen up, I grabbed two mugs from the cupboard that I’d seen her get them from last time. We took the coffees into the lounge and when she sat herself on the sofa next to me, instead of one of the two other free chairs, I decided to take that as a good sign. Now, if I could get her to agree to come out with me again, then maybe I would have a real chance with her. I’d just have to be patient for a few dates until she was ready to give it up. I could be patient; well, I was pretty sure I could anyway; I’d never actually tried. We talked easily about movies that we’d seen recently or things that she wanted to see. She was gushing about some crappy sounding romantic comedy that s
All through the next few days I couldn’t stop myself from texting her. Thankfully though, she obviously didn’t think I was coming on too strong because she replied to every single one, plus she hadn’t cancelled for Friday. Throughout the week, my mind would wander to her as soon as I had free time. I’d be sitting watching TV and something that she’d said or text me would spring to the front of my mind and I’d just sit there laughing. I’d had such a busy week, working twelve hour shifts, that by the time I got home all I wanted to do was eat, sleep and text Ashley. On Thursday night I called her just to make sure we were still set for our date. It was the first time I’d actually spoken to her since Monday and the sound of her voice made a goofy smile slip onto my face. We’d ended up talking on the phone for over an hour. Usually talking to girls bored me, but with Ashley I just seemed to enjoy her company and her personality. When I finally disconnected the
She tore her gaze from the book and finally looked up at me. “This is really, really thoughtful. I love it, thank you.” Her eyes were so soft and appreciative that it made my heart speed up. “Yeah, no worries,” I mumbled. And now I’m mumbling too. I’m doing so well with this date so far! Ashley took the book, brushing her fingers across the front cover, looking at me in awe as if I’d just bought her something remarkable instead of just a book. I smiled weakly, shifting on my feet, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t make me sound like a raving lunatic. When she looked at me like that I started longing for things, things I’d never really thought about before – things like the word girlfriend, and exclusive, and mine. I was in real trouble with this girl. The player side of me that was just standing here wondering what colour underwear she had on, was terrified of this girl and the tender way she was looking at me. My player side was trying to force me