Rule 20 - not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes and stuff, I'll fix them at the end. 

            Ash folded his arms over his chest, giving Ry an irritated look.

            "She's not going in there and throwing herself on this guy. We don't even know who he is," my boyfriend argued and Dev rolled his eyes.

            "For once, I'm with him," he said. I elbowed them both in the stomach and looked up at Ry.

            "I'm not with either of them. What proof do you have?" I asked and Ry glanced over his shoulder into the doorway.

            "He's claiming to be called Asher Toms," he announced and our jaws dropped.

            "Then why don't I just go in there and confront the arsehole?" Ash asked and I rolled my eyes.

            "Because then he'll know that we're onto him, wiseguy," I countered. Ry tusked, grasping my attention. I tried to peer in the door but he shook his head.

            "You need to be briefed first," he said, causing my brows to furrow.

            "What is this? Mission Impossible? Just let me go in there and pretend to be interested in him," I argued, which is what Ry told me I'd have to do when we met up.

            "I like how eager you are," Ash grumbled. My response was thumping him in the stomach with the back of my hand.

            "You have to pretend you don't know of Asher Toms," Ry said and I nodded, letting him continue. "And that you are going in to get some information on what to look for in a new bike," he said slowly.

            "I'm not five, you can speak at normal speed," I retorted and he blew out through his lips. I'd been instructed to call Ash and leave my phone in my pocket so that he could hear what we were saying.

            Turns out, pretending that I didn't know that this guy was Asher was a lot harder than originally expected. When he turned around and glanced at the cars around him, I froze on the spot and took in his features. His eyes were a piercing blue with jet black hair, the complete opposite of Ash. He was lanky, but muscled as he leaned on the wall and raised an eyebrow.

            "Like what you see?" he asked with a smirk and the cat officially bit my tongue.

            "No. I mean, definitely," I paused and inwardly hit myself. "You're very pretty," I said at last. He chuckled and started towards me, leaning on the wall beside me. He may not have looked like Ash, but he certainly had his attitude down.

            "Pretty?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and I grimaced.

            "I meant handsome. I like your... eyelashes," I said. His eyebrows rose a bit further as I looked around for one of the engineers to get me out of the situation.

            "Thanks... I'm Asher," he introduced and I turned back to face him with a hopefully interested expression.

            "Alex," I introduced and held my hand out. He looked down at it for a moment before putting his hand in mine and offering it a firm shake.

            "What are you in for?" he asked, gesturing to the cars around us.

            "A bike," I replied. "Not a push bike, you know, the ones that have the smoke and the noise," I said, my voice getting quieter as I got to the end of my sentence.

            "Right," he said, looking down at my legs and then back up to my eyes.

            "What about you?" I asked.

            "An exhaust problem with my bike," he said and I nodded.

            "What type?" I asked, leaning towards him. I tried to twirl my hair around my finger like those girls do in films, but I caught a tangle at the end and ended up nearly boxing myself in the face as I set myself free.

            "It's a zephyr," he said and looked over my head at the mechanic walking towards us.

            "We've got the exhaust pipe sorted, Mr Toms," the guy said, handing him a small metallic rod. I peered at it and 'Asher' raised an eyebrow at me.

            "Sorry, it looks like a hair grip," I defended with another inward face palm.

            "It inserts like one," he told me and took the pipe from the engineer, thanking him.

            "A lot of things insert," I said, trying to sound seductive.

            "Yeah?" he asked with an amused tint in his eyes.

            "Um, yeah. I've got to go," I said and tried to push past him. He grabbed my arm, twirling me around.

            "So soon?" he enquired. I nodded.

            "Yeah. You know... I live an exciting life. I've got bridges to bungee jump off and shit," I said. He chuckled.

            "You're a bit off your head, but do you want to meet up again sometime?" he asked.  

            "I'll give you my number," I replied. Once he took it and gave me his, I couldn't have been out of there quick enough.

            Ry, Dev and the real Ash were gone, so I wandered around for a bit before I heard a horn honk beside me.

            "Eyelashes?" Ash asked incredulously when I'd gotten in the car.

            "I panicked!" I defended but he rolled his eyes.

            "So, he's planning on trashing my exhaust pipe," he mumbled under his breath. I fiddled absentmindedly with the hem of my shirt until I realised that we weren't going home, he'd gone down another street.

            "Where are we going?" I asked, looking out the window. Ash glanced at me and turned another corner. I didn't know how Dev got home, considering that Ash was driving his car.

            "You'll see," he dismissed. He stayed on the road for about an hour before he finally pulled in to a car park. When I looked up, I saw the fish sign on the front of the large building, I smirked.

            "An aquarium," I said approvingly and Ash looked at me with a one sided smile.

            "I like the fish," he admitted and got out of his side. I followed suit and he grasped my hand, intertwining our fingers. He moved our hands over my shoulder and pulled me against his side.

            When he'd paid our toll and dragged me through to the first room, where there were a vast amount of rays and turtles. The dim light surrounded us as I leaned on the side and Ash silently stood beside me, glancing at my facial expression.

            "Please don't ride this weekend," I whispered quietly, glancing at him. He didn't look at me, merely watched the rays beneath us glide around the water.

            "Ash," I pushed, nudging him with my elbow. He sighed and shook his head.

            "I have to," he said. I shook my head and manoeuvred myself in front of him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He rested his hands on the barrier on either side of my body and eventually met my eyes.

            "I have to, Alex," he repeated and I frowned, gently brushing my thumbs against the nape of his neck.

            "Why?" I asked. He shook his head and offered me a small smile, pressing his lips to mine.

            "Ah, ah, ah, you don't get away that easy," I chided, following him through to the sharks. He turned around and walked backwards, giving me a slight grin.

            "C'mon, love, we're nearly there," he said and I rolled my eyes, nearly jogging to catch up with him.

            "Nearly where?" I inquired but he turned his back on me and carried on through the hallways. I lost him and it wasn't until I walked into a clearing and felt someone grab my arm and pull me through a door.

            The room was filled with a light blue light and a room wide circular tank filled with angel fish and other exotic sea creatures. The coral was contrasting the white of the sand and a large turtle swam past the screen.

            Ash's features were lit up by the light and he smiled, running his hands down my arms.

            "This is my favourite room," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine again. I smiled against his mouth and leaned into him. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me tight to him. His stubble tickled my chin as I pulled away and smiled to myself, taking in his beautiful eyes.

            "I can see why," I replied, looking around us. Ash's arms twisted me and he rested his head on my shoulder from behind.

            "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I felt him shrug and he kissed my cheek.

            "Because I'm a dick to you most of the time, can't I be a boyfriend for one afternoon?" he asked. I leaned back into his hold and smirked.

            "Tender suits you," I informed him and he chuckled, his breath moving my wisps of hair.

            "You'd get bored if I was like this all the time," he replied and I scoffed.

            "I'd have normal coloured hair all the time if you were," I retorted. He kissed the side of my head through my hair and I felt him grin.

            "I liked the blue," he said casually and I smirked.

            "I like the waxed patches on you, too," I teased. He pulled away then and gave me a playful shove.

            "That was cruel," he told me as he held the door open and led me through.

            "It was necessary," I defended.

            We walked through the last room of small creatures like seahorses and star fish. I asked Ash to steal one for me, but he looked at me like I'd suggested having Elton John's babies.

            When the tour of the aquarium was over, Ash led me back outside to the car with a small smile of satisfaction. Dev was there when we drove home with a sandwich and google open.

            "I can't find him," he muttered to himself and I frowned.

            "Can't find who?" I asked. Dev grunted and twisted the computer around.

            "The guy that you was talking to. I looked him up through that phone number he gave you," he said. Ash frowned and shrugged his jacket off.

            "What were you expecting to find?" Ash asked. Dev shrugged and moved up so I could sit next to him on the sofa.

            "A facebook profile or something," he grumbled and ran his hand through his hair.

            "Don't worry about it. I'm gonna have to meet up with him again," I justified and Ash sighed, moving to sit on the armchair.

            "I don't like this," he said.

            "I don't like you racing, but hey, shit happens," I shot back and he rolled his eyes.

            "It's my job, love," he drawled and Dev let out a deep breath.

            "Can't you get a nice one, like I don't know, a shop keeper?" I asked but he shook his head, sitting on my lap.

            "No can do." I squeaked when his weight collapsed on me and he chuckled. I wriggled and Dev shot us both a look.

            "Get off, you weigh a tonne!" I yelped and he laughed, getting up. He stood up and went back to the armchair.

            "Rule twenty, don't sit on me," I snapped and he grinned.

            "Hope that one just applies to me," he said with a wink and Dev gagged.

            "Guys, please."

A/N: Again, a bucket full of soz about the wait, I've been a good student and revising right for my exams. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and liked Ash's little tender moment. I sure as hell enjoyed writing it. Please leave me a vote and a comment, the more of them, the quicker I'll try to fit in another chapter! Thaaaaaaaank you.

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