Asher
I silently look on as the woman turns the corner where the elevators are and disappears from my sight.
Strange.
Looking down at the business card I have in the palm of my hand. The simple cream-colored card decorated with golden laurel leaves on the edges that contain her details is making my hand tingle for some reason.
“Master!” Clance calls out to me, panting and from the corner of my eye, I can see him eyeing the place where the woman disappeared to. “Do you know that woman?”
“No. I don’t know her,” I answer, my fingers tightening over the card in my hand.
The memory of her taste still lingers in my mouth and the sensations that comes with it is still circulating in my system. I have a funny feeling that the experience with her will be staying with me for a little while lon
