Chapter 18
Dilemma
(Andy’s POV)
Sasha Winthrop tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, the movement deliberate, practiced, and—by every guy’s standards—seductive. She leaned forward slightly, her lips curling into a smile that was probably supposed to make my heart race. But it didn’t. Not even a little.
“…and that’s when I realized,” she was saying, her voice a sultry purr, “there’s no way I’m going to let them tell me what I can and can’t do. You know how it is—everyone thinks they have a say in your life.”
I nodded absently, letting out a sound that was vaguely affirmative. I had no idea what she’d just said. I hadn’t been listening. Hell, I’d barely registered anything beyond the superficial details of the conversation since we’d sat down at this table.
Sasha was gorgeous. Any
