Chapter 52

• The flight was hours away. But Asher was barely holding on.
• Ellis sat beside him in the back of the private car, her after-wedding dress hugging every curve like it was made for sin. Short, silk, and scandalously low in the back, it clung to her like a second skin. Her legs were crossed, one foot bare after she’d kicked off her heels, and the hem rode just high enough to make his blood boil. Her lipstick was faded, her hair tousled from dancing, her skin still glowing with the high of saying I do—and she looked like temptation incarnate.
• He didn’t remember ordering candles and rose petals to be delivered to the airport lounge suite, but Beck claimed it was his final gift. Said something about ensuring the bride was thoroughly ruined before takeoff.