That’s when I feel like I recognize the car and feel even worse. Especially when he leads us both to my house, while my panic subsides. Asher pulls over before pulling up to my gate so I can let us both in.
After we both park and are out of our cars, I walk up to him, shoving his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
He laughs. “You were driving too slow for me.”
I roll my eyes. “You knew what you were doing.”
He continues to laugh as we walk up to my front door, but then I see a small box with a note sitting by the front door. I narrow my eyes at it and freeze.
Asher doesn’t seem to pick up on my reaction, and reaches down to pick it up. “Did your not so secret admirer leave this for you?”
“What?” I squeak, watching him examine the box.
“Grayson? You think he left this?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
He picks up the note, looking it over and then furrows his brows.
“What does it say?” I ask, almost not wanting to know the answer.
“’I’ll see you soon,’ that’s fucking weird.”
I try my hardest to hide the fear that’s currently coursing through me. “Let’s leave it out here, my security can deal with it.”
Asher looks unsure, slipping the note back and tossing the box down. “Is there something going on?”
“Nope,” I lie, and quickly fumble with the keypad on the front door to open it and get us safely inside.
After shutting and locking the door, I rush further into the house so he won’t see my hands shaking. When I get to the kitchen I manage to look at my phone without dropping it to see a message from security
Security
All clear, but we’re going to be looking into how this happened.
I feel Asher’s looming presence at my back while I try to calm myself so he can’t see how shaken I really am. He doesn’t touch me, but I know he’s there. I take a deep breath before turning to face him, hoping my face is neutral.
“What was that about?”
I smirk, opting to try and distract him rather than answer any questions. He rarely wants to answer mine so it’s only fair.
“You have me all alone, all to yourself, and you want totalk?”
His jaw clenches, while he examines my face and I can tell he’s conflicted. I push onto my tip toes and wrap my arms around the back of his neck. His hands fine my hips, gripping tightly.
“Not really, but I do want to know if you’re not safe,” he grits out, seriously.
“I’m safe,” I insist. “I have security, and also happen to have an MMA fighter in my house that I’m sure is more than capable of keeping me safe.”
His grip tightens on my hips and for a second I worry that I said the wrong thing mentioning MMA. On one hand I feel like I’m walking on egg shells with him, and on the other I want to push him because if I push his limits then he will end up pushing mine.
And right now that’s exactly what I want.
I’m figuring myself out. Part of that is discovering what I want, which right now is him. What he gives me, and how he’s shown me a new side to myself that I haven’t met before.
“If there’s something going on, I want to know.” His tone is serious and I really just don’t want to talk about it.
I don’t want to put into words how uneasy it’s made me. And Ireallydon’t want to put this on his mind as something he has to worry about.
