After he left, Liv looked at me curiously. I hadn’t told her about the dinner. I don’t know why, but I wanted to keep it to myself. I just shrugged and looked away from her.
Asher walks to my desk and drops a file on top.
“I need you to log this into Mr. Maverick’s file before you leave today, Poppy.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get to it right away.”
The memory of Asher’s hands on me last night from my dream has me blushing and looking down at the file. My core starts tingling, and I have to shift in my chair.
“What are you thinking about?” Asher’s quiet voice has my head jerking up to find him eyeing me curiously.
My eyes go wide and my mouth goes dry.
There’s no way in hell I’m telling him what I was just thinking.
“Nothing,” I mutter. I scoot the file to the side and move the cursor on my computer to bring it back to life.
“Ah, Miss Lexington. It’s so nice to see you again.”
I look up to see Mr. Maverick making his way over to my desk. He’s smiling with his hand outstretched. I glance briefly at Asher out the corner of my eye and stand to take Mr. Maverick’s hand.
“Hello, Mr. Maverick. It’s nice to see you too. I’m surprised you remember me.”
His eyes flicker to Asher for a second, and something passes between the two before their focus returns to me.
“I never forget a pretty face.”
“Thank you.” I smile and feel my face heat at his compliment. As you can see, I don’t generally do well with compliments.
Mr. Maverick is a good looking man with his short brown hair and deep green eyes. He has on a dark gray suit that brings out the color of his eyes.
“How do you like working for my old friend Asher here?” Mr. Maverick asks.
“Mr. Knight has been very nice. I enjoy working for him.” I return his smile.
“Asher,” Asher says from beside Mr. Maverick.
I turn my attention back to him. Why is he so intent on me calling him by his first name, even in front of business associates? He stands there, holding my gaze, not letting me look away.
“Asher,” I say softly, and watch as something flares in his eyes. My breath catches for a moment at the look. I reach out to the table when my legs turn to jelly. I wish he’d look at me like that all the time.
Someone clears their throat, reminding me we aren’t alone. I look down with embarrassment.
“I’ve got to get going. It was good seeing you, Miss Lexington. Asher, walk me to the elevator, would you?”
“Sure,” he tells Mr. Maverick, before turning to me. “I’m headed out. Do you have everything here?”
“Yes, sir.” I tap the file on my desk. “I just need to put this into Mr. Maverick’s file and then I’ll be done for the day.”
“I’ll see you on Monday, Poppy.”
“Okay.”
I watch as the two men walk to the elevator, then shake my head as I sit back down. Asher has been acting strange all week, and I’m unsure as to how to take it.
I open the bottle of Ibuprofen and shake out two into my palm. After downing them with some water, I get to work. Fifteen minutes later, I glance down at my phone and note that it’s five after five. I look over to Liv’s desk and see her grabbing her purse. I close down my computer, grab my water bottle, my purse, and stand, just as she stops by my desk.
“I am so ready for the weekend,” she sighs.