The city lights of Manila blurred past the window, but Ashtine wasn’t looking. She was too aware of the man driving beside her.
Rich Dawson. Her new boss. And, for some unknown reason, her unexpected ride home.
“I could’ve taken a cab, sir,” she said, glancing at him.
“You could have,” Rich replied smoothly. “But I offered.”
“Right,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “And why did you?”
He didn’t look at her. “Is it so hard to believe I was being polite?”
She laughed short and dry. “Yeah. You’re not exactly known for that around the office.”
His lips curled just slightly, like she’d amused him. “Noted.”
Silence settled again, tense but not unbearable. Ashtine found herself sneaking a glance at his profile. Sharp jawline. Cold, unreadable eyes. The kind of man you wouldn’t want to cro
