Chapter Seven

Zara Howard

I meekly knocked on the mahogany door and heard Asher's faint voice asking me to come in.

I walked in to see Asher, working on his laptop. He was still in his formals. His hair was messy, probably from running his fingers through them too much. He rubbed his forehead as he remained focused on the screen.

Oh my my! Focused, busy at work Asher Lancaster is most certainly a delight to the eyes.

My eyes travelled further south to find the first few buttons of his dark grey shirt unbuttoned.

Things I would do just to run my fingertips across his chest and trace those inked lines. His hard muscles flexing as my fingers daintily trace his skin.

As much as I want to gawk at him all day, I can’t forget that he is right in front of me. I cleared my throat, making him look up at me. I notice a glimpse of surprise on his face as he raised his eyebrow, silently asking me why I am in his bedroom.

"Uhhm-Mrs. Costanza asked me to find you here." I managed to stutter.

I really hope