chapter 18

ASHTON

She was drunk.

I could see that as I was crossing the floor to the bar they were sitting at, which was Jess’s old bar. Molly’s hand went up in the air and slammed down on the counter. She was doing a Thor impression. “Barkeep!”

That’s when her friends saw me, and both converged on her.

It was like watching chickens squawking, but instead of running away, they stuck like glue to her.

“Miss Easter.”

She lifted her head up, her eyes glazed, and she stared at me for a moment. She was weaving on her seat, and I began to move in, wanting to steady her, but she grabbed onto the counter herself. Then she gave me a once-over, all the way down to my dick and back up.

Fuck’s sake.

I was already hard, at just that look.

This woman. A serious pain in my ass, in more ways than one. Good pain. Bad pain. Annoying pain. Sexual pain. All of it, and growing, the more interactions I was having with her.

I narrowed my eyes. “Molly.”

“You.” Her head tipped back, and she smiled.

I stifled a groan.

He