The Escort (18+ Only) [COMPLETED]

5: In Which She Gets A-Head

5: In Which She Gets A-Head

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“You ever consider pencilling your eyebrows back on?” I asked Lesner, reaching out and running a finger across his forehead. Despite my attempt at hiding, he’d caught up with me after dinner. So I figured I’d give him a piece of my mind.

“I beg your pardon?” He stepped back as if he’d been scalded.

“Nothing! Happy birthday!” Before he could protest, I pulled him into a bear hug.

“Can’t. Breathe,” he wheezed into my ear, struggling to escape. I was just being nice. What was his problem?

Rox appeared at that moment, two glasses of red in hand. “Amor? Are you OK?”

“Yes.” I released Lesner, who had a perplexed look pasted on his face. Didn’t he get enough hugs as a kid? Maybe not. That was so sad.

“She’s drunk.” He sniffed, his eyes on my chest. Pervert. “Get her home.”

“I’m not drunk,” I said in disbelief. “I’d be falling down if I had too much, right? But I’m still standing. Suck it.”

“Suck it?” Rox repeated in a hiss, handing Lesner his drink as she shook her head. “Come on, babe.” She took my arm, trying to touch my front.

“Rox, don’t make a scene!” I hissed, pulling away from her.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Ashton said from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Please excuse us. She’s just celebrating.”

Lesner had a thin smile on his fat face. “Right.”

I allowed Ashton to pull me aside. “You’re experiencing a Janet Jackson-Superbowl moment,” he said into my ear, tugging one side of my dress over my braless chest. I hadn’t even felt the breeze. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“I’m not a child, Ashy.”

“Let me take you home,” he muttered, his arm firmly cinched around my waist.

Why did that have such an effect on me? It wasn’t like we were naked.

Shít, I thought. I had to think of him naked.

Now my hormones were working in overdrive, not that they weren’t already. As he led me to my car parked outside, I contemplated ripping my clothes off and asking him to take me then and there. He was so tall and so broad, all he’d have to do was press me up against the car, unzip himself and enter me... No doubt that would make the papers.

Ashton unceremoniously pushed me into the passenger seat, buckled me up, and slammed the door shut. He strode around the car and slid inside.

He shook his head. “You didn’t realise you had a breast hanging out?” Laughter escaped his lips. “Man, I gotta get you drunk more often.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” I sulked, folding my arms across my chest.

“Probably because you didn’t give them a chance.” Ashton put the car into gear.

“Just take me home.” I was slowly coming down from my high. Liquor had never really been my best friend. And the vodka was having a weird effect on me. I felt like jumping someone. And not in the I-want-to-beat-someone-up way...

“Where do you think I’m driving you, huh? Narnia?”

“Your sarcasm is sobering me up,” I said brightly. “Keep at it.”