It was late afternoon when Joan finished her outing with Kathy. Taking note of Kathy's urgency concerning the Cooper party Joan decided to quite literally, drop in on Asher. She hoped to catch him in the office. It seems that Asher's office is the default location whenever they meet. She still had no idea what to do with the pictures Mabel sent to her. She wasn't sure what her next course of action should be. Joan decided she wouldn't talk about the pictures with Asher just yet. With that in mind, she convinced herself that her visit to Asher wouldn't be a social call. She would just be meeting him to fulfill one of the terms of their contract. That was what she had in mind as she entered Maven enterprise. Her ears picked up a familiar voice and her sight instinctively zeroed in on a familiar figure where the voice came from. It was Asher standing just ahead of her, with his back towards her. Joan strolled forward approaching Asher from behind. Her amble abruptly stops as she go

'Asher is kissing me, Asher is kissing me? Asher is kissing me!' those were the thoughts bouncing through Joan's head as she melted into Asher's arms. She knew it was coming too, she expected it, yet it was so sudden. He hadn't just launched himself at her. No, he'd eased himself into her embrace and had brought his face ever slowly, deliberately to claim her lips.And he did claim it. At first, she was unyielding, but after the first few seconds of his ministration, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself. A moment later and she became potty in his hand. His kiss was just enough to make her forget her troubles, the world, and Dylan. All she could feel was Asher. His warm embrace, his hands encircling her waist, his hot breath. It seemed like everything in her world revolved around him at that moment.It was so ridiculous, she could feel her heart racing, and her breath ragged as the kiss lingered. The kiss was perfect until it was snatched away.As she lost contact with Asher's

Mabel cringed her nose in disgust at the number of greasy foods on display as she scanned the room. She could not comprehend the reason Nolan Evans would choose such a location to meet. Nolan had instructed her to come to a restaurant located in lower Manhattan, Mabel had no idea it was a fast food dump. "Mrs. Hargreaves?" a big bald man in a cheap suit asked Mabel as she continued to look around the room. "Yes I am, who are you?" Mabel asked, she had no idea who the strange man was. "Follow me, Mr. Evans is waiting," The man said and walked off to a row of seats by the joint's large window at the far left corner. Mabel followed after the man, who she was now sure was one of Nolan's minions. It didn't take long for her to spot Nolan seated at the sixth-row table. Nolan had on a sleek black suit, a white dress shirt, and a blue tie. She considered Nolan handsome in a silver fox way with piercing green eyes like his nephew. High cheekbones and angular jaw. He had a tall frame and

Asher sighed as he approached the door that led to the one he earnestly seeks. He was nervous. He doesn't do nervous. At least that's what he thought. He had to wait out at the apartment lobby to confirm Francesca leaving the building. When he was sure Francesca had left Asher called and texted Joan just before he boarded the elevator on the ground floor. And he was once again left with no response. Armed with no other choice, he resolved to eradicate whatever Joan's grievances were.He heard the shuffling of feet from inside the apartment after he pressed the door button. A moment later he noticed movement behind the door but it remained closed."Joan I know you're inside. Would you please open the door?" Asher directed at the metal door in front of him. It would seem Joan has no intention of seeing him. "I'm not going anywhere I'll be here when you decide to open the door."After some minutes had passed Asher heard the door crack open, just enough for Joan to stick her head out. Th

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it. Still, she could remember it all, his kisses, his teasing touch. Good lord, Asher going down on her, their congress, and her climaxes. The picture of Asher's lust-filled eyes seared into her brain. The bumps and contours of his hard body on top of her body as he took her, bringing her to unbelievable highs. She shivered at the memories of the previous night, reminiscing about it made her body feverish, and it excited her. She however had to keep her ex