Bruce smiled at her. “I'll see you down stairs.”
He gave her one long last look, his eyes lingering on the flesh of her exposed cleavage. With great effort, he peeled his gaze away. He adjusted his tie, tugged his jacket before he stepped out.
Not once did he consider he was leaving a stranger in his bedroom. Not once did he think she should have gone out before him.
As stupid as they came, Bruce went down, back to his party, leaving her there, in his room.
Ashley had never seen a more fóolish ídíot than Bruce. It made her wonder what she ever saw in him before.
Now alone, Ashley looked around the room. It felt like a cemetery. Everything in it was dead. It was nothing like the home she had created with warmth and love.
The room had been restructured and repainted to suit Rachel's
