Isabella’s POV
Sore. That is the word that came to mind as I sat in my bed. I craned my neck as I looked over the newest assignment that the sadistic Irishmen gave to me earlier this morning.
I looked at him quickly get dress in slacks and a navy blue dress shirt. I was still bare in his bed. I rolled off my bed and on to my back grinning like a kitten that was just rewarded a glass bowl of cream.
“I hope you don’t expect to lounge in bed all day,” Asher said as he rolled his sleeves down and adjusted his cuffs.
“Aww and here I was hop9ing that I would get to bask in the glow off last night.” I grinned as I watched his eyes darken at me.
“Don’t play with me Chris,” Asher growled. “We might have f****d last night but you are still employed by my brothers and I. Don't forget that.”
