Chapter 81
They didn’t talk about labels or feelings. They had been content to simply enjoy each other’s company. Until now, apparently.
“I hated not being able to tell you. I think John’s more paranoid than Oliver Stone.”
Ashley snorted. “If you ever saw his contracts, you would knowhe’s more paranoid than Oliver Stone.” He traced the outline of her breasts through the material of her dress, his touch light and teasing. “What was your agenda?”
“John’s opening a shop, like you said he would. But I wanted this whole auction to fly so I could talk him out of it.”
Ashley frowned. “Nothing you just said made sense to me. Except the part about him opening his own shop. I knew that.”