Elizabeth’s POV:
I was finishing a phone call with an executive at a sporting-goods company with whom Ashton is affiliated when I heard a knock at my hotel room door. I said a polite goodbye and went to answer the door.
Holy hell! Someone needs to explain to me how this man can look so damn good in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. It’s incredibly unfair! Ashton looks like he just stepped off the cover of GQ or Men’s Health, and I fear I might involuntarily start drooling over him.
My inner voice screams, ‘Snap Out Of It, Stupid!’
This is the same man who chose to believe a vicious lie before even giving me a chance to rebuke it. Vincent, a disgusting excuse for a man, tried multiple times to get me into his bed, but I always flat-out refused his advances. I loved Ashton and was dev
