Keeping my head down, I weaved through the guests and made my way toward the exit.
I retrieved my jacket from the closet and headed for the front door.
“Um, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Michelle’s voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Just driving home,” I said. “I need to lie down.”
“You’re not sober enough to drive,” she said, snatching my keys. “Chris will have valet drop off your car around midnight.”
“I’m good enough to get myself home.” I looked at Michelle. “Really. I appreciate your concern, though.”
“Can you help her, Asher?” She waved a hand. “Please?”
“Hmmm.” He looked at me. “Sure.”
“Thank you so much.” She hugged him. “Don’t forget to grab a gift bag on the way out.”
Michelle moved next to me, whispering into my ear.
“He’s not a bad person. Trust me.”
I snorted and walked forward.
Grabbing a robin’s-egg-blue gift bag, I made my way onto the landing.
Asher held out his hand to help me down the steps, but I refused.
I clung to the railing and took my time until my heels hit the pavement.
Why is the sidewalk moving?
“So, you’re single again?” His question made me look up at him. “Or are you still in the on-and-off-again thing from years ago with that Bryan guy?”
“His name isBrad, and it’s none of your business,” I said. “You don’t need to take me home. I’m getting an Uber.”
“There’s a Mets game tonight, so the ride prices are going to be ridiculous.”
“You can’t put a price on riding in peace,” I said. “Better yet, can you go in and ask Grady to give me a ride home?”
“No. But I did go ahead and tell him that he shouldn’t bother waiting on you to call him.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because you’re never going to call,” he said. “You never make the first move because you don’t know how to. You’re welcome.”
“Well, you’re wrong this time. I was planning to call him tomorrow in hopes of having hours of hot and sweaty sex.”
“It’ll take longer than a night for you to clean all the dust and neglect out of your pussy.” He smirked. “Maybe try him six months from now.”
“After I call him, I’ll happily send you our sex tape.”
“I don’t watch amateur porn.” He looked me up and down. “I’d be shocked if you knew where all your best spots were…”
“I’d be equally shocked if you knew how to keep your mouth shut for more than five seconds.”
He held up his right hand and silently counted down from five. “Is this when you tell me where you think your spots are?”
“No.” I pulled out my phone. “But you can stand there and watch me order an Uber if you like.”
