Extraits

ASHER

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

Cameron eyed the cup in my hand, and I raised it into the air; liquor—vodka, tequila, whisky, I’d lost count of what I was drinking—sloshing up the sides.

“Oopsie,” I hiccupped before chugging down the rest of it. “Now, I’ve had enough.” Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I strained my eyes to see better. Everything was spinning.

Whoa.

Why the fuck was everything spinning?

“Maybe it’s time to—”

“Party!” I yelled, grabbing the nearest body to me and thrusting its arm in the air. A girl’s laughter washed over me.

“Hey, Asher,” she said.

“Hey... uh...”

“Lucy.”

“Lucy, hey.” I smiled, turning on the Asher Bennet charm. “How about me and you—”

“Okay, that’s enough.” A heavy arm landed on my shoulder, pulling me away from the pretty blonde and marching me down the hall.

“Hey, man, I was just about to—”

“Hit on your teammate’s girl?”

“Shit, that was Felicity? I didn’t—”

“Jesus, how much have you had to drink? It wasn’t Felicity; it was Lucy, Peterman’s girlfriend.”

“Fuck,” I slurred.