“And he was worried about a couple photos you snapped of him doing laps in a pool?” Alice asks.
“I think he broke the camera to prove a point,” I say.
“What point?” Alice laughs. “That his biceps aren’t just for show?”
“That he doesn’t like people sneaking around on his property,” I say.
“So, to drive his point further…” Troy says.
“He drove his dick into your–” Alice goes on, and I clear my throat as the mail cart passes my cubicle.
“The bottom line is,” I whisper yell. “I might have lost my job all because while I had the one and only one-night stand of my entire life, someone was out there taking photos of us.”
“Do you have any known enemies?” Alice asks, and Prudy walks by again, glaring at both of us.
“I don’t think so.” I answer, racking my brain. “I mean, there is my ex-husband.”
“Yeah, but I can’t see him traipsing through the rose bushes to get photos of you having sex with another man.” Troy says.
“Isn’t he married again?” Alice asks.
“Yeah,” I answer. “But I’m pretty sure she’s too busy trying to have his babies to care who I’m sleeping with.” I say, and we all agree.
We go quiet for a moment as I rack my brain. Then, I start thinking about all the details of last night and not the ones about who the other photographer could have been. My eyes glass over and a smirk tugs at my lips as I think about the other, more prevalent details of last night. The ones I’ll never forget and make me feel the need to cross my legs.
“Ashlyn!” someone snaps, and it rips me from my daydream.
“What? Yes, sorry. Who?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“There is someone here to see you,” Mark from the front desk says, and this man is looking ruffled. More than usual, too.
“Who?” I ask.
“It’s Zane Calloway.” Mark says, and Alice gasps.
“What?” I ask, standing up.
“He’s waiting outside,” Mark says, and all of us rush to the window to look down at the parking lot. Sure enough, there’s a Corvette down there. The same one I saw last night when I walked out of his house.
“Why does Zane Calloway want to talk to me?” I ask.
“I was wondering the same thing,” Mark mutters.
I wait a moment and then realize I have to go talk to him. He’s not the type of man who takes no for an answer. I learned that last night.
I make my way towards the elevator, trying my best to make sense of the crazy plot that has somehow become my life.
Chapter 6
Ashlyn
“What are you doing here?”I demand.
Those were some of the most difficult words I’ve ever spoken to a person because Zane Calloway isn’t just any person. His presence alone is dominating. He’s confident and sure, and comfortable with who he is. His presence fills the space, leaving little room for any ego but his own. Not only that, but he’s unrealistically attractive. I’m talking Photoshop attractive. It’s unfair. And yet, so enjoyable.
Focus, Ashlyn! This man followed you to work. He doesn’t get a get-out-of-jail-free card for that, no matter how delicious his lips and all the things attached to them are.
“I came to see you,” he answers as if it’s obvious.
