Ask Me (Mess with Me 2)

“Of course, I’ll marry you. I love you–”

Her answer is interrupted when a man in a black and white costume steps out of the crowd and starts performing. I shake my head as I get to my feet.

Casey giggles. “I see you didn’t forget the mime.”

“He was supposed to come out before the orchestra. Why are things always backward with you?”

Her eyes shine as she squeezes my hands. “Because we like to get to the good stuff first. I can’t believe you did this!”

I love how surprised she is by everything. She makes even the most routine things fun. I look forward to experiencing the world through her eyes.

She’s about to say more when she notices her mom in the crowd of people watching. “Oh my god, you brought my mom!”

“Of course I did. I need all the points I can get. I’m already shooting for the stars asking for your hand. You’re way too good for me.”

She looks around at the crowd of people watching and taking pictures. “Are you sure about this? We haven’t been together that long.”

There was a time when the question would have bothered me. I used to think her bouts of uncertainty were because she didn’t trust me or didn’t feel as deeply as I do. But now I understand that just as I have issues to work through, so does Casey. As usual my father’s wisdom showed me the way. We’re puzzle pieces which means we have to work together.

She will be my strength when I need it and I will be her confidence.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. Most people wait their whole lives to fall in love. I only needed one night.”

Her smile is so bright it could power a city. “You’re never going to let me live that down, huh?”

“No. I’m still not over it. It may have only been one night but I wished it could last forever. So I’m asking you to give me all of your nights. All of your days. All of your love.”

I draw her into my arms, thrilled when she pulls me down for a kiss. The photographers go wild, hooting and catcalling like teenagers. When we finally break for air, Casey blows them a saucy kiss before promptly tripping over the hem of her dress.

She’s still my sweet clumsy girl.

What more could I ask for?

I hope you enjoyed reading ASK ME as much as I enjoyed writing it. Want more? Keep reading for an excerpt of Milo & Mya’s book, BEG ME!

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I want this job.

And no one, especially not the office playboy is going to stand in my way. He's cocky and irritating and entirely too good-looking.

So WHY the hell did I just tell him my most shameful secret?

I want her.

Not sure what I did in my past life, but it must have been bad. Because the only woman I want is my co-worker.

My competition.

When I find out she’s never taken a trip to O-town, we make a little wager. Not only will I win the client, but I’ll prove to her that multiple O’s are NOT a myth.