Sasha stared at Jasper. Tall, blond, annoyingly handsome Jasper. He did more than “work in the diamond business,” and they both knew it. He wore a power suit to get coffee at eight PM, for crying out loud.
“I’m sorry.” She shook her head, seemingly the only thing she could do tonight. “Did you just ask me to a party? At your house? That I clean?”
If only that was the bet Esther had tasked her with.
“Well, so far, you’re the only guest.” He ducked his head, his short, spiky hair doing nothing to cover the adorable blush staining his cheeks. Could he really like her? Could he be interested?
interestedWhy wouldn’t he be?
Why wouldn’t he be?Memories washed over Sasha so quickly, she became disoriented. Couldn’t find her way back to the surface, and when she finally managed to, she sucked
