“I thought Sloan sent you money for new clothes.”
Ash scoffs. “I sent the check back weeks ago.”
“Sloan needs you to come with us to a business meeting next week.” She gives me a confused look and I add, “We’re meeting with the owners of Exact Match. We need you to keep one of the wives company while we talk business.”
She raises an eyebrow. “And what if I say no?”
“This is important, Ash. I’ll make you an appointment with my shopper at Nordstrom.”
Ash growls. “No, thank you. I can buy my own clothes.”
“You need a shirt that fits,” I point out, glancing over at her. “And by the looks of it, you grew out of that bra a long time ago.”
She clicks her tongue. “I can’t decide who’s more annoying, you or Sloan.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
She rolls her eyes and then peeks down at her shirt.
“I’m right. Admit it.”
“Why are we talking about my boobs? This is dumb. And you’re an idiot.”
“You’ve had the same bra for the last decade.”
“How would you know?”
I cock my head at her. “You don’t remember that night?”
She presses her lips together.
“You were wearing that bra the night you sucked my cock for the first time.”
“Dylan,” she whispers, and blush creeps up to her cheeks.
“You came to my dorm room, dressed in that bra and the matching lace panties beneath a long winter coat. It was so fucking hot. You dropped the coat on my floor and got on your knees in front of me.”
“Oh, my God, Dylan.” She turns away from me and takes a deep breath. “Don’t continue that story.”
I’m already semi-hard thinking about that night. If I had to guess, her panties are soaked through by now.
I pull up in front of the wrought iron gates that span the length of Nico Chase’s property.
“You have to hit the button.” Ash nods at the metal box to my left as if it wasn’t common sense.
I do as she instructs, and a dull hum floats through the speaker.
A deep male voice groans, “What do you want?”
Ash takes off her seatbelt and climbs over the center console, now positioned over me. “Nico, it’s Ash. I have scripts for you. Open up.”
A brief pause. “Ash?”
“Vinnie’s assistant.”
“The one with the big ass or the small tits?”
I want to punch him through the speaker, but Ash plays it off with laughter.
Ash plays it off with laughter. “The former. But seeing as how you told Vinnie I remind you of your sister, don't you think that’s a bit inappropriate to talk about my ass?”
Even with a movie star, Ash is still bold and unafraid to speak her mind. Nico doesn’t respond, but a few seconds later, the gates slowly open, and I drive onto the property.
“Is my ass that big?”
I shake my head. “It’s perfect.”
“Whatever.” She sighs. “Not like your opinion counts anymore.”
“If you didn’t want my opinion, then, why did you ask?”
“I don’t know,” she groans. “I hate when people say stupid shit about my body.”
I park in the circular driveway out front of the mansion. A garage is on the left side of the property, with a black Ferrari parked in front of it.
“Those producers are idiots, Ash. Don’t let them get into your head.” I lean forward to swipe hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful. And if other people can’t see it, then fuck them.”
I carry the box to Nico’s front door, and Ash rings the bell. A few seconds later, a disheveled Nico opens the door with a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He tips the snifter to his mouth and opens the door wider to allow us to come inside.
Nico narrows his eyes at me. “Why do you look familiar?”
“I was interviewed by KTLA last week.”
Realization scrolls across his face, and his mouth widens. He points a finger at me. “You’re the Date Crashers guy? Yeah, that’s it. Holy shit.” He shakes my hand. “What a genius fucking idea, man. My friends use it all the time.”
I match the firmness of his grip and give his hand a shake. “You’re friends with Carrie LeBlanc.”
He nods. “She’s obsessed with Date Crashers.”
Carrie is the hottest singer and songwriter in the country. She’s the star who documented her experience with Date Crashers and pretty much blew up our users overnight.
“Dylan’s ego is already overinflated,” Ash says with laughter in her tone. “Don’t make his head any bigger, or you’ll have to roll him out of your house.”
Nico snickers and then nudges Ash in the arm with his elbow. “Knew I liked you. You do remind me of my sister. She’s always giving me shit.”
“Probably because you need someone to whip your butt into shape.”
We follow Nico into the living room, where he plops down on a large sectional couch and pats the cushion next to him. Ash sinks into the leather and turns her body to Nico.