Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“You are tutoring a kid? I didn’t know you were smart enough.”

He tosses a pillow at me. I catch it with my hands.

“I’m not just a hot body—as much as that is all you use me for.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t blame me for your newfound TV addiction.”

“I’m definitely blaming you.”

“Fine. Then, I’ll blame you when I stink because I haven’t showered in a week after moving into your place.”

That gets his attention. He stares at me like I just spoke Chinese to him or something.

“You’re still wanting to move into my place? I thought that was a joke when you said it.”

I frown. “It wasn’t a joke. I promised that, if you lived here for a week, then I would try out your place for a week without complaining about it. Then, we could make a decision together about where we lived for a while.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You are always full of surprises.”

He takes my feet back in his lap and begins slowly rubbing them. He might be waiting until the end of the game to fuck me, but I know that I’m at least still in the back of his mind.

He knows that rubbing my feet is one of my biggest turn-ons. I didn’t realize it was until this week. I think he is the first guy to ever rub my feet. He did, and I’ve been putty in his hands ever since. So, I know this is his way of saying that the sex is coming the second the Cubs win or lose this game.

I pick my laptop back up and open it. I never imagined that Asher would be this nice to me. I never imagined that he would actually do anything to help my business. I never imagined I would ever want to do anything nice for him.

But here I am, sitting with my computer, frantically searching for the perfect gift to get him. Something to show him how much I appreciate him. Especially after I found out that his birthday is next week. I thought I would do something small. Take him to dinner or something. But, now, I’m buying him the most expensive gift I have ever bought anyone.

I look up at his grin as he watches the TV.

Damn it. I know this isn’t going to end well. For either of us.

* * *

“What are you doing?” Asher asks.

I hold the tie out to him.

“I’m not wearing that,” he says.

I laugh. “I didn’t figure you would, and I don’t want you to. Tonight is about celebrating you. Wear whatever you want.”

“You’re all dressed up though,” he says.

I shake my head as I look down at my simple sundress. “I wouldn’t call this dressed up.”

“It’s dressed up to me.”

“I’m wearing a dress. That doesn’t mean I’m dressed up.”

“So, what is with the tie?” he asks.

I walk behind him and place the tie over his eyes. “I have a surprise that I don’t want you to see until I’m ready.”

I begin tying the tie behind his head, hoping it is enough so that he can’t see.

“Do I want to know why you have a tie? It’s not mine. Have you been cheating on me?”

I laugh. “Will you relax? You know I haven’t been cheating on you. With the amount of sex we’ve been having lately, I don’t think I would have time to cheat on you.”