Ashtine’s POV
The soft rustle of silk echoed in the room as I smoothed my dress—an off-shoulder cream midi that Kyla insisted I wear.
“It’s a date, Ashtine. Not a business meeting,” she’d said, tossing a pair of heels at me like she was tossing common sense out the window.
A date.
With Rich Dawson.
Even the thought sent butterflies riotously fluttering through my stomach. Was I nervous? Yes. Excited? Also yes. Terrified? Maybe a little. Because when a man like Rich asks you out on a real, actual date—after all the tension, misunderstandings, and unexpected kisses—you start to wonder if you’re dreaming.
The penthouse elevator dinged and there he was. In a crisp, navy suit with the top buttons undone, Rich looked devastatingly good. But it wasn’t just the looks tonight—it was the smil
