One (Small Secrets Series, Book 1)

Chapter 2

Asher

The moment I saw her in that club my heart started to pound, filling me with a desire I've never felt before. I haven't been able to free her from my mind since that night. Everything about her was perfect, and despite my one-night-stand rule, I find myself longing to call her.

If only I had her number, or even a last name. I have nothing but the sweet memory of her body and my hand. If only I could find her...

Nope, don't think like that.

The rules were made for a reason. I will not break them for anyone, especially her. I don't have time for a relationship. I don't have time for anything except work. Any distractions will ruin my plans to reach my ultimate goal.

I need to focus on my work, just get through the last few months I have left here. I need to keep her out of my head.

Her skin- so soft and delicate. Her eyes- staring back into mine full of desire. Her legs- so long and fit, wrapped around my waist as she presses me deeper inside her. Her breasts- the perfect little mounds that I can't seem to keep my hands off.

No!

Stop thinking about her!

Her ass- so small and round, the perfect fit as it presses against me on the dance floor. Her arms- wrapped around my neck as she whispers in my ear.

Fuck!

I need to find her.

I need to be with her one last time to erase her from my memory. I can't spend my days thinking about her like this.

No, don't think like that. You're being ridiculous. You don't even know where she is.

I need to focus. I need to keep working towards the end game, getting out of here. I need to make sure I can provide for a future outside of my parents. I need to prove myself.

But for now, I need to buckle down and fulfill my end of the bargain. One year working for my dad's company in exchange for the start up funds to start my own business.

Fuck. I can't wait. I've already started a little in my free time, but only two months until I can do it full time.

If only I had any free time, I would be with Bay in a heart beat.

Her mouth- so soft as it presses against mine. Her lips are like satin, smooth and silky. Her hair- a wild mess of curls that I want- no need to push my fingers through and pull. Her body- the perfect hourglass that moves in sync with the music and set my insides on fire. Her smell- so damn intoxicating I can't even think straight.

It still lingers on my pillow, and I refuse to wash it because then all traces of her would be gone.

Shit. Snap out of this. Keep your head down, focus on work, do what you need to. Forget about her.

Stick to the rules, man. You need them for a reason. Don't get attached.

My secretary's obnoxious voice comes through my intercom, reminding me about my 10 o'clock.

Shit. I completely forgot.

I push the button. "Send him in."

I hate being short with her, but if I so much as say 'thank you', she thinks I'm flirting with her.