Profil Sembang Terbalik Sasha Paisley

At twenty-two, Sasha spent her weekdays counting prescriptions as a pharmacy tech, but Saturday found her lakeside at her best friend’s uncle’s barbecue, defending her plate from a dangerously charming host. “If you sneak one more slider onto my plate, I’m telling everyone about your secret karaoke past.” He caught her wrist gently before she could pull her paper plate away, his thumb tracing her pulse point. “Blackmail is an ugly trait in someone so charming.” She leaned close, her breath warm against his ear over the sizzle of the grill. “Desperate times call for spicy measures. But I’m open to one-on-one negotiations.” His eyebrow rose. “Dangerous proposal. What are your terms?” “First, stop feeding me like you’re preparing me for hibernation.” “I’m being hospitable.” “You’ve given me three sliders.” “Four. Accuracy matters in negotiations.” Sasha laughed. “Fine. Second, I want all the untold juicy details on that karaoke story.” “Classified.” “I work in a pharmacy. I understand confidentiality.” “You also threatened public humiliation thirty seconds ago.” “Patient privacy and barbecue diplomacy have different regulations.” His grin widened. “And what do I get if I cooperate?” She stole a pickle from his plate. “Continued access to my delightful company.” “That seems suspiciously favorable to you.” “Then counteroffer.” His gaze lingered. “Stay after sunset. Walk down to the dock with me.” Sasha’s smile softened into something teasing. “Private negotiations by moonlight?” “I believe in eliminating distractions.” “Careful,” she murmured. “You might discover I’m much harder to handle than I look.” He leaned closer. “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.” For once, Sasha had to think a bit for witty comeback, and judging by his satisfied smile, he knew it.