Christopher's POV
I stepped into my penthouse, Ashley trailing behind me like a shadow. The party had left a sour taste in my mouth, and I needed something stronger to wash it away.
"Make yourself at home," I muttered, heading straight for the bar.
I poured myself a generous helping of scotch, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal tumbler. Ashley sidled up next to me, her perfume tickling my nostrils.
"Mind if I join you, Mr. Wallace?"
I shrugged, sliding the bottle her way. "Knock yourself out."
We moved to the living room, the city lights twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I sank into the plush leather couch, loosening my tie with one hand while nursing my drink with the other.
Ashley sat beside me, her fingers brushing lightly against my thigh.
