Book 3 - Chapter Five
Ashton's POV ‘Are you alright?’ I ask awkwardly. She’ still staring, her silence stretching out between us. ‘Sorry, I hear you struggling so I opened the door’ I add, for some reason feeling the need to keep talking. The woman nods mutely. Her intense, wide eyed gaze is starting to make me uncomfortable. Is she actually mute? ‘Girl, coffee.’ Trevor growls. The sudden bark of his voice makes us both jump. The young woman flinches, stepping back to grab the one full mug before carrying it over to the man’s desk and placing it carefully beside him. Trevor doesn’t glance up, let alone offer a thank you. It irks me even more than it did a moment ago, my frown deepening. F.ucking look at her you asshole, I think. It costs nothing to be polite! ‘This isn’t really in the PR handbook, Ashton,’
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