Ivy
Asher walks me to my office, his eyes vigilant as they gaze suspiciously around the room. I have to admit it’s hot how he changes from his usual stoic persona to his assassin one so easily. When he switches to his assassin's side, his body coils, his eyes grow cold, and a dangerous aura surrounds him.
Most of The Confradia men have similar facades, but his intensity seems more innate. I think perhaps it’s because of his rigid upbringing.
I adjust the skirt of my twofer midi dress with its nautical colors and fitted pencil skirt and try not to squirm beneath the heat of Asher’s gaze. I don’t have to look back to know that he’s looking at my ass.
I ache for him, but I know that it will never go beyond that. Though we’ve had our moments, I don’t want to be the type of woman who woul
