Ashley
I sat at my desk in the office. The clock on the wall ticked past 7 p.m., and most of the staff had long since gone home.
Why was I still here? Because Zach had a big meeting tomorrow, and as his assistant, it was my job to prep him. Or at least, it had been my job. Although I'd stormed out of his house for the second time, vowing to never let our messy history interfere with my life again. But here I was, tying up loose ends, because leaving didn't mean abandoning responsibilities. Or maybe I was hungry for punishment.
I needed to give him details for tomorrow.
Just get through this. Professional. Keep it professional.
My hands trembled slightly as I clutched his schedule list.
God, why was I so nervous? It wasn't like this was our first interaction since I had left his hous
