Free Naughty Angel (Sexy Nerd Boys #2) by K. M. Neuhold Page A

between my legs. I shift in my seat, not sure what to do with these feelings. What I do know is that I’m supposed to have these feelings for Brahm, not Asher.
                  Further proof that this relationship is in it’s death knells.
     
    Asher
                  There are two things I know for sure by the end of the night. One, Brahm is a complete douchenozzle and will likely end up eating my fist. Two, that picture of Eve in the Princess Leia bikini is going to star in my fantasies for years to come.
    Brahm seemed pissed at Eve when they left, and I can’t help but worry about her. Around ten at night my worry gets the best of me and I send her a text.
     
    Asher: hey Angel, everything ok with the boyfriend? he seemed pissed
     
                  I wait about ten minutes without a response before I start to get really worried. I pace my room like a caged lion until I decide to just go over to Eve’s to make sure she’s okay.
    When I reach her dorm I don’t hear any raised voices or anything. I knock tentatively and wait.               It seems to take hours before the door opens. Eve stands there in a pair of pajama shorts and my t-shirt that she wore home on Wednesday. Holy hell that’s so hot.
                  “Asher?” She asks with sleepy confusion.
                  “Sorry Angel, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Now that I know she’s okay I breathe a sigh of relief and turn to go.
                  “Wait,” She reaches out to grab my arm. “What are you doing here?”
                  “Honestly?” I pause uncomfortably.
    Is is weird that I was worried about her? Friends can worry about friends can’t they?
                  “Asher, tell me.”
                  “I was worried about you. Your boyfriend…” I stop and shake my head, I don’t want to call her boyfriend an asshole shithead because that might make her mad. “He seemed mad...I was worried.”
                  “Yeah, he was mad. When we got back to the dorm I just made him leave because I knew he wanted to fight with me. Then I went to bed,” She explains. “Thanks for worrying about me.”
                  I pull her into a quick hug and because, as we’ve already established, I’m a masochist. Then, I give her a brief kiss on the cheek.
                  “Any time, Angel. Do you want to do something this weekend at all?”
    “Well, I work tomorrow, but I’m free Sunday.”
    “Now that I know what you wear to work I might just have to stop in while you’re working,” I tease.
                  “Shut up, I got a lot of tips.” She shoves my arm playfully.
    “I bet you did. Looking at the picture made me want to give you a tip.” I wink at her and her face blushes bright red. “Good night Angel.”
    “Night.”
     
    Eve
    The bar is busy Saturday night and I once again rake in the tips in my gold bikini outfit. I wonder briefly if I should feel bad about parading around half naked for money. Does that make me like a stripper or prostitute? I sigh internally realizing that morality is so much more of a gray area than I was raised to believe.
                  At the end of the night I pop into the back to change back into my normal clothes.
    “Eve,” Abby calls to me from behind the bar. She pulls out two bottles of Apple Ale and waves me over.
                  “What’s up?”
                  “I think we should talk,” Abby says gesturing at the bar stool and pushing the drink towards me.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No, this isn’t an employee-employer conversation, this is a woman to woman chat.”
    I sit down and eye the apple ale.
    “It’s good, trust me.”
    I take a sip and am surprised to find it tastes just like apple cider.
    “I don’t want to butt into your business Eve. But, I’m a bit worried about