Asher
Wilkinson works for an improv group called Cheesers Champions. They
work at a club several nights a week. One night, he has the good
fortune to meet Ruby. That same night, Asher has a confrontation with
a woman in the group, Marissa. He used to date her, but broke it off
when he found out how crazy she is. She still acts possessive and was
jealous of Ruby. During their confrontation, she scratches him on the
back, causing him some serious problems. Ruby, a doctor, helps Asher
with his wound. A couple nights later, she's at the club to spend
time with him.
"Full
house tonight," Clay told Asher as he walked in.
"Already?
Show isn't for an hour, yet."
"I
know. Crazy. Apparently someone filmed the lip sync thing and put it
up on You Tube. It's gotten a hundred thousand hits already."
"No
shit?"
"They
keep talking about the guy with the great ass. Hansel was sure they
meant him." Clay winked.
"In
his dreams!" Asher laughed, heading to the dressing room.
Ruby
was waiting in the hallway. She ran up to him, kissing him, carefully
avoiding touching his back.
"You
look a lot better. Come inside," she insisted.
"The
guys—"
"Aren't
here yet. Let me look." She lifted his shirt, taking it off him
before he realized what she was doing. A flip of a switch turned on
makeup lights so she could see his back.
The
door opened and Hansel walked in. He did a double take when he saw
Ruby with Asher's shirt in her hands.
"Excuse
me. I don't mean to interrupt, but I need to get ready."
"It's
okay. Ruby's just checking my scratches," Asher explained.
"Turns out—she's a doctor."
"Really?"
Hansel flopped on the worn loveseat, long legs in front of him, hands
folded on his lap. "Do tell."
"Apparently
personal shopper is sexier than being a doctor," Asher explained
as Ruby checked his back.
"I
didn't say sexier, I said more interesting. Does this hurt?" She
poked him.
He
yelped. "Yeah! Kinda a lot, Doc!"
"Oops!"
She smirked at him. "It looks a lot better. I do good work."
"You
do. Two shots later, I sure hope it's looking better."
"Oh,
did you give them in his ass?" Hansel sat up straight, leaning
forward.
"Why
are you asking about my ass?" Asher asked. "Are you
checking out my ass?" He grabbed at his bottom with both hands,
trying to cover it up.
"Bitch,
please," Hansel said. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean
I'm checking out the ass of every hot guy I meet. Doctor Ruby, do
you, as a woman, check out the ass of every hot man you meet?"
Ruby
blushed, pressing her lips together. "Actually—I kinda do. And
I'd like to lie and say it's a totally professional way, but no. . .
. It's really not."
Asher
held out a hand as if presenting her. "Liar? I think so! If a
woman does it. . . ."
"Okay,
I've examined your ass, but only for comparison purposes." He
thrust out a hip at Ruby and struck a sexy pinup girl pose, his hands
on one bent knee. "What do you think, Ruby?"
She
made a vague gesture with her hands, mouth working as she tried not
to laugh. "If you weren't gay, Hansel. I'd totally do you."
Hansel
stood, tossing his head, before strutting out the door. Asher raised
an eyebrow.
"I
see the truth now. My lady doctor is a horndog."
"What?
I'm not!"
"Totally
are, babe. A complete horndog. I get it. You're only interested in me
for my tight ass and rock hard abs." He slapped his stomach.
Asher
laughed when she protested. Her cheeks flushed and her mouth opened
in protest.
"Such—a
lie! Liar!" She pounded feebly on his broad, muscular chest.
Asher
held her hands, placing the palms on his pecs. He held them there,
massaging her knuckles in a very sensual way.
"Did
I say I minded?" His lips twitched as he tried not to laugh at
her consternation. "You think a body like this happens by
accident?" He raised one hand, kissing the center of her palm.
"A lot of sit ups went into these abs. Gotta do a bunch of
squats to get an ass this tight." He kissed her other palm,
placing her hands on his chest once more. She left them there,
unresisting, as he pulled her hips close to his. "All six foot
two inches of hard body has been carefully sculpted in order to put
that look on your face."
He
leaned over to kiss her. Someone clapped loudly and slowly.
"Very
well done. How long have you practiced that speech, Ash?" Riker
walked by, glaring at him.
Asher
let go of Ruby, putting himself between her and Riker.
"You
back to stay?"
"Sorry
to disappoint, but Maggie and Katie convinced me they can't do
without me."
Asher
nodded. "Gotcha. All this—whatever it is—this is because I
slept with Kate before you even met her?"
"No."
Riker turned around from the rack of shirts. "This is because
you're a conceited ass who has to be the best. At acting. At
womanizing. At everything. You go out of your way to upstage people
and make the rest of us look bad."
©
Dellani Oakes
To Buy Dellani's Books
No comments:
Post a Comment