Elizabeth’s POV:Why did I agree to take this job? When I read the headlines this morning, my phone immediately started ringing, and I shouldn’t have answered. Yet, here I am three hours later, fresh off the plane from Atlanta, cursing at myself mentally for saying yes.I stepped off the elevator and instantly caught a whiff of that all-too-familiar scent: sandalwood mixed with a smell that was distinctly his, Ashton F*cking Tate. I straighten my shoulders and push a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I whispered to myself, ‘You can do this, Lizzy. He’s just like any other athlete.”Now, as I head towards the office they’ve set up for me with him following behind, all I can think is ‘Sh*t. Sh*t Sh*t.’ The moment he turned, and I saw those eyes, the color of chocolate that looks almost black when he’s angry or horny, I instantly regretted my decision. I’ve seen plenty of images of him over the past five years, with his face constantly plastered on billboards, magazine covers, and cele
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