He gave a low whistle. “You’re upset, and you’re lashing out. I told you we were a lot alike.”
“You saidwe were in the same situation.” I took a step back, but despite the fact that we were surrounded by tens if not hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of outwear, the room wasn’t very big.
“Same difference. Hey, if you’re giving me advice, maybe you can keep doing so once we get back to Langley. I could use a production assistant.”
Crap, he knew how to push my buttons. “Sure. I can answer all your fan mail. Tell me, have any of those women figured out a way to send you their panties through the internet?”
As soon as I said the words, I wanted to take them back. If women sent him panties, nudes, or worse, I didn’t want to know about it.
Asher held up his hands as if showing that he came in peace. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. Clearly you are, since you’ve got enough spirit left to bite my head off.”
He walked to the door, and I turned away. I hadn’t wanted to pick a fight with him—again. I just wanted things to be different.
After a moment, I looked up. Asher was still there, turning the doorknob, making it rattle.
“Need one of your adoring fans to teach you how to open a door?”
“It’s locked.” He sounded puzzled.
“What do you mean it’s locked?” I marched over andtried to grasp the doorknob, but he wouldn’t stop turning and pulling on it.
“I mean, it won’t open. We’ve been locked in again.”
Realization dawned on me. “By the twins? Why this time?”
“I don’t know.” He raked his fingers through his hair, making it stick up.
I took a step back, frustrated. “At least we’re not naked in a sauna this time.”
His head cocked to the side, and his normal, arrogant manner returning. “To me, that’s not the plus you seem to think it is.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have my phone on me. Do you?”
“No, I lent it to Kai.”
“Well… this sucks.”
He nodded. At least we were in agreement about that.
32
ASHER
I rattledthe door handle again and let out an irritated breath.
“Seriously?” Zoe said from behind me. “Is this their go-to strategy for all disputes?”
“Is that what we’re having?”
“I don’t know why else they’d lock us in here.” She paced the narrow aisle between the rows of coats.
“Maybe they wanted us to see what kind of cash we can find in the pockets of all these fancy coats.”
“Funny. Although it would be nice if someone had left an unlocked phone. Of all the days not to have mine on me.”
Zoe had her usual business attire on… a silky button-down shirt, with a cream-colored cashmere sweater over it. Or, given that she was from the sameeconomic background that I was, likely a synthetic attempt passing for cashmere. It was snug, hugging her curves, as did the tight straight skirt she wore. The outfit was professional but also looked damn good on her.
It was odd because I’d seen her naked and now, she was covered from head to—well, head to mid-knee. But sheownedthose clothes. They fit her body as if they’d been designed just for her. And yeah, it was very obvious she didn’t have her phone on her—there would’ve been nowhere for her to put it.
