Dios.
I shuddered, noticing he was doing the same thing.
“Sorry, I just...love women,” he murmured before glancing away as if suddenly uncomfortable.
Which made me think of the stench of perfume that had clung to him when he’d entered the hotel room only half an hour ago.
My lust soured, then died completely.
“Yeah, I can tell,” I muttered. When he glanced at me with a confused frown, I said, “You smelled like a dozen whores when you came in. I’d have hopped into the shower first thing to wash off all that reek too if I’d been you.”
Chuckling, Asher didn’t take offense. He merely shook his head. “That actually came from only the one woman. The blonde. Monique.”
I snorted, wishing Monique an awful untimely death. “Well, Monique has quite a habit of rubbing her perfume off on other people.”
Asher rolled his eyes and muttered, “You’re telling me.”
My mouth fell open as I stared at him. Finally, I said, “Oh, I’m sorry, man. Did Monique not do it for you in the bedroom?” The skank’s pussy had probably been so well-used it hadn’t been nearly tight enough for him.
“Huh?” He glanced at me as if I was insane. Then he shook his head. “No. We didn’t have sex.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, not buying it.
He scowled. “I’m serious.”
I rolled my eyes. “So... What, then? You just smell like her because—”
“Because she wouldn’t stop rubbing against me like some kind of cat in heat,” he snapped, glowering hard.
“Right. So you’re saying you love everything there is about women but when one rubs against you like a cat in heat, you don’t take her up on the offer? Gally certainly would.”
“Do I fucking look like Gally?”
When I realized just how pissed and irritated he was with this line of questioning, I blinked and pulled back, amazed. “You’re really serious, aren’t you? You didn’t screw her.”
“No, I did not.”
My breath caught in my throat, and hope flared in my chest. “Why not?”
“Because...” He seemed too flabbergasted to continue.
Unable to let this drop because I was dying of curiosity, I pressed, “Because...?”
“I was tempted, sure,” he relented on a shrug. “Feels like it’s been forever, and I’ve been craving sex like you wouldn’t believe lately, but...”
No way could I drop this issue, so I said, “But what?” Then it hit me. Oh dear Lord. “You have an STD, don’t you?”
“Jesus. No!” He sent me a dark look, then pointed threateningly. “Okay, fine, I’ll talk, but if you ever repeat anything I’m about to say to Gally or Holden, I will kick your ass to Ellamore and back. Got it?”
I sniffed out a laugh. “What do I look like? Some kind of gossiping girl desperate to tell everyone else your personal business? Please.”
His shoulders relaxed before he rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and reluctantly admitted, “It’s just...I’m not really a fan of one-night-stands.”
My mouth fell open. Leaning his way, I cupped my hand around my ear and said, “Say again?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Laugh it up, fucker. It’s just not my thing. Okay?”
I lifted both hands. “Trust me, I’m not laughing. I’m just shocked is all.” And really impressed.