Thirty Three

Asher’s POV

I felt May’s eyes on me but I tried not to look in her direction. It’s not as if I didn’t want to look at her in that black clothes she was wearing, clothes that looked as if they were made to fit her body perfectly.

“Damn, she look so good in that top and skirt.” I told myself, and even though I had an uninterested look on my face.

I’ve never seen her wear things like this before, really, and I couldn’t help but look at her twice, when I first saw her sitting there at the bar, and even while she went dancing on the dance floor, I had watched her, even though I tried to make it look like I didn’t.

When that ass came behind her and started dancing, I had unconsciously folded my hands in fists beside me, before noticing that and unfolding it. The last thing I wanted was to have to explain to Brent; who still didn’t know May was here, who I was looking at, and why.

He had gotten to know what I did after I asked him to find me a beautiful woman, and he had been so angry I used