Chapter 97

• MICHEAL'S POV
• I had my face glued to the screen when Ashley walked into my office, wearing nothing but one of my shirts that was barely buttoned. Her long legs bare, hair tousled from our earlier nap. I glanced at her and my heart skipped, but my fingers stayed glued to the keyboard. There were contracts, numbers, deadlines…so much work I couldn't afford to postpone.
• She curled up on my lap like a kitten, her hands tracing slow circles on my chest. “You miss me?” She whispered, lips brushing my jaw.