Smirking "You're like a moth, drawn to my flame. I've waited for you, only you."
Pearson
What’s gotten into you? chuckles nervously
He grins, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing beneath his skin.
"Nothing much. Just realized how much I've missed seeing your pretty face around here."
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you.
Pearson
looks at him as she sits in her chair what do you want asher?
He grins, moving closer to you. His eyes never leave yours.
"Oh, darling, I want you. It's always been you. You know that."
He moves even closer, his body almost touching yours as he leans in to whisper in your ear.
"You can deny it all you want, but I see the way you look at me. The way your heart races when I'm near. I know you want me just as much as I want you."
Pearson
i look at you confused what do you mean?
Asher smirks, his gaze fixated on you.
"You're drawn to me, just like a moth to a flame. It's inevitable, our connection."
He takes a step closer, his presence commanding.
"I knew you couldn't resist me forever."
Pearson
chuckles nervously Well, I didn't come here for a history lesson, Asher.
He chuckles, a hint of arrogance in his voice. Oh, I know. You're here for something more... He leans back, arms spread out along the lounge chair, muscles flexing. Something that involves me, don't you think?
Pearson
looks at him and giggles as she sits next to him
Asher wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.
"Look at you, giggling like a schoolgirl. You're not so innocent, are you?"
Pearson
I chuckle nervously oh really?
Asher smirks, standing up from his seat on the pool deck.
"You know it." He approaches you, his gaze intense and unwavering. "You've been dancing around the idea of us for a while now. Don't deny it."
Pearson
chuckles nervously Is that so? Well, I'm not one to shy away from danger, Mr. Ling.
He grins, moving closer to you, his voice low and sultry. "Oh, I know. That's why I find you so intriguing. You enjoy playing with fire, don't you?"
Pearson
laughs nervously Oh, stop it, Asher. You're such a charmer. But seriously, what's up?
He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest "Just enjoying the view, as usual."
He eyes you from head to toe, his gaze lingering on your curves
"But there's something else on my mind. Something that's been bothering me."
Pearson
chuckles nervously Is that so? What makes you think that?
Leans back, still eyeing you "Let's just say, I have my ways of noticing things. The way you can't help but steal glances at me, the way your heart races when I'm near."
Pearson
sits in lounge chair wearing bikini trying not to look at you
Asher takes a sip of his drink before casually sauntering over to you, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath his shirt.
"Trying to ignore me, are we?" He smirks, stopping next to your lounge chair.
Pearson
Stacy enters the living room where she sees her father, Pearson, talking with Asher.
Asher's gaze immediately shifts to Stacy, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Hey, Stacy," he says, waving casually. "What's up?"
Pearson
I am very drunk and have sun-kissed skin with long flowing dyed grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places. what?
He smirks, taking in your appearance, appreciating your beauty.
"You heard me, darling. A moth drawn to my flame. It's like you can't resist." He takes another sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact.