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Loretta “How… how did you?” The words fell from my lips before I could even think. My throat tightened, and I could feel the blood drain from my face, I was shocked. How did he find out I was the stripper from the club? Did he know all this while and was simply playing along? Or did he just find out tonight? Every time I tried to speak, the words tangled somewhere between my mind and my tongue, refusing to come out.“Any other secret you have hidden, Loretta,” he said slowly, “I know. What I am really curious about is this, how long have you known that I was the man from the club? Have you been baiting me all this while?”I couldn’t look at him. Shame wouldn’t let me. My eyes dropped to the floor, to my shoes, to anywhere that wasn’t his face. But he reached forward, his fingers sliding beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.“Or did you think,” he continued “oh, Mr Prescott is going to find out who I am soon enough, so let me get the money as fast as possible. Was that why you

Asher Prescott They stared at me in disbelief, speechless at the information I just dropped. Anna found her voice first, “How is that possible?” I smile knowing how hard it is to believe that my innocent-looking secretary is a stripper at my club. “ I was as shocked as you are even I had Paul do an investigation on her friend who I thought at first was the stripper, until she wasn’t. Now it’s a case of one bird and two stones.” I said smirking I took a long sip of my bourbon. Richard leaned back, shaking his head. Anna just looked amused, like she was watching a science experiment.“So let me get this straight,” Richard said. “The stripper and your secretary, Loretta, are the same person?”“Yes,” I said.“This is crazy, does she know you recognise her as the stripper from the club?” Richard asked still in awe of the situation. “She knows, what baffles me is, how I knew she was familiar somehow but couldn’t place it, it kept ringing in my head that I had met her somewhere before.”

LorettaAsher was already waiting in the car when I finally stepped out of the house. Tonia trailed behind me, holding my suitcase like a proud chaperone, I knew she didn’t want to miss her moment of farewell drama.Asher was sitting in the backseat of his Porsche scrolling through his phone, when his driver spotted me, he got out to take my luggage from Tonia. Tonia didn't miss an opportunity to lean slightly toward the open door. “Hi, Mr Prescott, I am Tonia, Loretta’s best friend and flatmate, we met unofficially at the club.” She clears her throat. Asher’s brow lifted slightly. “Nice to meet you, Tonia.”“Same here.” She gave me an exaggerated wink before hugging me tight. “Have a safe trip, girl. Text me when you land.”I opened the door quickly, and I slid into the seat beside him. “I will,” I promised, giving her a look that begged her not to say anything else.“Enjoy Paris,” she whispered with a grin before turning away.I shut the car door, and the driver pulled away from

LorettaThe jet touched down smoothly at Charles de Gaulle Airport just as the sun began to rise over Paris. I stretched, still half-asleep, as Asher’s voice came from beside me. “We are here.”His tone was calm, businesslike again, the Asher Prescott I knew from the office. The softness from last night had vanished, replaced by his usual precision.Within minutes, attendants were at the steps, helping with our luggage. Asher walked ahead, even after an overnight flight, he looked immaculate, white shirt crisp, a jacket in place, expression unreadable.I followed a step behind, trying to keep up in my heels while pretending I wasn’t in awe of everything.A sleek black Mercedes waited at the runway exit, the driver bowing slightly as he opened the door. “Bienvenue à Paris, Monsieur Prescott.”“Merci,” Asher said, slipping inside, I joined him, and soon the car was gliding through Paris traffic, heading toward one of the city’s most elegant hotels, as the driver described it. The str

Loretta Asher and I didn’t say a word to each other during the drive home. He was on his phone the whole time, and I just stared out the window, lost in my thoughts. The car was quiet except for the sound of the tyres on the road.When we finally turned into the estate driveway, he spoke.“You were really impressive tonight,” he said, putting his phone down. “Didn’t know you liked art that much.”“ I enjoy art so much, if I weren’t in the business world I would be an artist. My father wanted me to study business administration so I would understand business better, so I wouldn’t repeat the mistakes he made by running into debts, even though there wasn’t anything to inherit.” I said with a faraway look on my face. Whenever my father came to visit when I was younger, he would always tell me to study business administration or any business-related course, I loved art so much but I had to abandon it. “That’s really sad, but you know you can still go into art right?” “ I think it’s too