“Get to the elevator, Miss Elizabeth.” He shut the door.
I walked past the lobby’s marble fountains and golden-framed pictures, focusing on the dreadful task at hand.
“I’m not sure if I want to marry him or not…” “I need a backup plan, please…”
Michelle’s words still cut my heart, no matter how many times I replayed them.
Ding!
The elevator doors glided open, and I stepped into a hallway of windows.
I walked over to Unit 1 and held back a breath before pressing the doorbell.
Several seconds passed, and no answer came.
I tried it again.
Nothing.
Ugh. I banged on the door as hard as I could.
“I know you’re at home, Asher!” I yelled. “Open this door!”
I considered calling his assistant, but the door swung open and Asher was standing in front of me wearing a thick, white towel around his waist.
Beads of water dripped down his chiseled chest, and I couldn’t help but watch them fall lower and lower until I realized he was well aware of what I was doing.
“This isn’t how I pictured you coming to your senses,” he said, smirking. “Why are you wearing clothes?”
“Get over yourself.” I rolled my eyes. “Can you please invite me inside?”
“That’s not a good idea right now.”
“So, you have company?” I asked. “New girlfriend?”
“You know better than that.” He crossed his arms. “What do you want?”
“It’s personal.”
“We can be personal right here.”
“Fine.” I shrugged. “I need your help with something I feel like I’ll struggle to handle.”
“I offered to have sex with you years ago.” He smiled. “I guarantee you’ll orgasm.”
“I have someone who wants to get out of her wedding.” I ignored his comment and the way my nerves went wild at his words. “She’s not completely sure if she wants to call it off, but she wants a plan just in case she wants to pull the trigger.”
“Give her my number.”
“She has it already.”
“So, you just felt like showing up to see me?”
“She wants me to be the go-between,” I said. “She doesn’t want to talk directly to you about it.”
“Okay…Well, I’ll have to have Kelsey do some research first to make sure I’m not dealing with a psychopath.”
“You actually screen your clients?” I asked. “I thought you just accepted whoever offered to pay.”
