Chapter 75 Mexican Standoff
Ashton’s jaw clenched so hard I thought he might chip a molar.
One of his hands twitched, like he was dying to grab me, but playing It cool.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of us blinked.
It was a Mexican standoff, except no one had a gun.
The lights had dimmed—had they always been that low?
His stupid smart home probably detected horniness and adjusted the mood lighting.
I could feel my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, chest pressed this.
He wasn’t saying a word.
Neither was I.
Both were waiting for the other to make a move first.
Pride’s a bitch like that.
Then–fine. I cracked first.
I shut my eyes, leaned in, lips inches from his, breath ghosting across his skin-
His phone rang.
I jerked back.
Sat up ramrod straight. ‘Um, your phone.‘
He exhaled like he wanted to strangle someone. ‘Ignore it.‘
It rang again.
And again.
He stabbed the screen to hang up, but whoever it was had octopus fingers.
The call came back instantly.
I glimpsed the name–Cassian Langford.
‘Might wanna pick up,‘ I muttered, sliding off his lap and onto the other end of the sofa. ‘If he’s calling this late, it’s probably something important.‘
I crossed my legs, leaned back, and grabbed a throw pillow like it could absorb the residual heat.
It couldn’t.
Ashton looked like he wanted to murder someone.
He stabbed Answer. “This better be life–and–death urgent or I’m blocking you for life.‘
Then his expression shifted from murder–mode to tight–lipped concern in record time.
‘Yeah. Got it. On my way now.‘
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He didn’t even wait to hang up before he was shrugging into his coat and heading for the door.
Something came up. I’ve got to handle it. Might not be back tonight‘
‘Right. Go. Drive safe.‘ I jumped up too fast, smacked my knee on the coffee table, and pretended I didn’t.
His footsteps were already fading down the hallway.
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I didn’t catch what Cassian said, but judging by Ashton’s face, it wasn’t just a broken printer or someone crying over a spreadsheet.
Once the tail lights vanished down the driveway, I closed the door and pressed my burning cheek against the cool wood. ‘Saved by the bell.‘
Cassian’s call had come just in time.
Kissing Ashton shouldn’t have been a big deal–in theory.
But in reality, I was suffering from sweaty palms, shaky hands, and a near brush with actually catching feelings.
If we hadn’t been interrupted right then, Ashton was about to find out I was the world’s worst kisser.
***
The next day, I holed up in the study sketching design mock–ups, trying not to keep checking my phone every five seconds.
Ashton didn’t come home last night.
I finally caved at lunch and texted him.
No reply.
By 5 pm, still nothing.
Either the world had ended or he was knee–deep in something ugly.
Probably both.
Then my screen lit up.
[Don’t worry, I’m fine. Dinner tonight. Want you to meet someone I’ll pick you up in an hour.]
I replied: [Cool.]
Then I legged it to my bedroom.
When I say I spent twenty minutes in front of the wardrobe debating between ‘business trophy wife‘ and ‘don’t–fuck–with–me chic‘, I mean it.
There were more clothes in the closet than I could ever figure out what to do with.
I picked a high–neck column dress–long, slinky, classy, and just tight enough to make men pause mid–sentence.
The kind of dress that said, ‘Yes, I’ve got a brain, but don’t think for a second I’m not aware of my ass.‘
Hair slicked back in a neat twist, face done up just enough to show’d made an effort, I checked myself in the mirror and gave a
nod.
Wouldn’t embarrass Ashton.
Probably.
At six–thirty on the dot, a black Maybach rolled up.
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Ashton was in the back seat when the driver opened the door fot.in
1 slid in, smoothed my skirt over my thighs, and caught him starin
His eyes dipped, sharp and shameless.
Lingering.
Assessing.
I knew that look.
That was ‘calculating the probability of ripping tliis dress off in a private booth‘ energy.
Except, his jaw twitched, and he dragged his gaze back to my face
‘You look… nice tonight,‘ he muttered.
I turned my head, gave him a smile like I hadn’t noticed him nearly combusting across from me.
Then tilted just enough so he could catch the glint of the Harry Winstons in my ears.
‘Wore the earrings you gave me,‘ I said. ‘I haven’t thanked you for them. The design’s exquisite.‘
‘You’re welcome.‘ His voice came out lower this time. “They look perfect on you.‘
I wanted to throw a compliment back, but what the hell was I supposed to say?
That he looked nice?
Obviously.
The man wore a suit like it was tailored to his DNA.
And his face didn’t need jewellery or makeup to sharpen its features—it came pre–sculpted.
So I went with: ‘You look tired. Something happen at work?‘
And then immediately regretted it.
Genius conversationalist, Mira. Really killing it.
He nodded. ‘Rebel attacks in the Red Sea. Some of our ships had to be rerouted.‘ Then he added, ‘Don’t worry, it’s handled.‘
And that killed the husband–and–wife talk.
The car pulled up outside one of those discreet, old–money restaurants that pretended to be low–key by charging four hundred dollars for a plate of air.
Ashton took my hand and led me upstairs.
‘So, who’re we meeting?‘ I asked. ‘Business partner? A Laurent relative?‘
‘You’ll see.‘
Yeah. That didn’t feel ominous at all.
I took a breath and gave myself the usual pep talk.
It’s fine.
Smile, nod, pretend to be the arm candy.
No one can kill you if you look hot enough.
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Then Ashton opened the door.
paused mid–stride.
Sitting in the booth, legs elegantly crossed, was none other than Octavia Grey.
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