Page 41 of Pure Abandon

Okay, that is so not me. What he just described is Malory. Have I really come off like that to him?

He continues. “I would have written you off, but there’s something about your work. You understand what I want to do with these concerts more than anyone else here.”

He seems genuine, yet, as with everything Asher, I tend to stay on my toes, not knowing what he’s going to say or do next. This is something I didn’t see coming. Not today, anyway.

My interest is piqued. “What do you mean you want to get to know me better?”

The corners of his eyes crinkle just enough to make him look like someone I’d want to get to know on a friendly level. Not the ultra-serious businessman that had me reeling for the last few weeks.

“You are a breath of fresh air. Women always tell me exactly what I want to hear and I know it’s because they want to get in bed with me to become the future Mrs. Alexander Asher.”

His conceit knows no bounds. “That is the most self-obsessed thing I’ve ever heard.”

His smile broadens, revealing beautiful white teeth. “See, that’s what I mean. You don’t feel the need to lie to me or jump through hoops. As hard as it may be for you to believe, most women see dollar signs around me and only want me for that single purpose.”

Does he not realize how gorgeous he is? I’m sure he’d get plenty of women if he were dirt poor, personality aside.

“And the men around here…” He continues. “They all want promotions or event tickets, trips on the private jet…” His list continues, and I wonder if he’s gloating or merely stating facts.

“Mr. Asher.” I use his name in an attempt to keep this relationship as professional as possible. “I doubt there isn’t a single person who can be upfront with you.”

“You are a rare breed.” He leans into my desk. “That’s why I’m here to apologize and ask for a truce. I mean it. I want to be your friend.”

This is so awkward. I don’t even know where to begin. Let’s forget the fact I’ve had some very odd dreams about him. One that happened to take place in this very office. Yes, we’re going forget about that.

This whole situation is just…

“Again, it’s inappropriate. For starters, I am your employee. And secondly, I’m married.” I flash my ring finger at him. Yes, today I am wearing one.

Asher nearly jumps out of his seat. “That’s exactly what I like about you. You’re taken. You have no interest in me and I have absolutely no interest in you. I can relax. Be myself. I know you’re not after anything.”

What does he mean absolutely no interest? I don’t know if I should be disappointed or relieved. He certainly had a thing for married women the night at the museum.

“Mr. Ash—”

“Please, call me Alex. You said it in the car. I like it when you say my name.” My mouth opens and he waves me off before I can say anything, “And, no, it’s not inappropriate. Consider yourself my consigliore, my right-hand man, my secretary of state.”

He’s being playful and it makes me smile, a tiny sliver of a smile I know he’s getting a kick out of. “I’ll take the title of ‘work friend.’ But first, you have to earn someone’s friendship.”

His brow puckers as if he’s never thought of that. Distorting his face, he looks as if he’s processing something. I decide to put him out of his misery and change the topic.

“Why are you here?”

His furrowed brows look back at me. “I thought I just explained—”

“No, why are you in the office today? You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. You have the staff going crazy.”

“I have a very important date tomorrow.” He’s back to being Mr. Casual, leaning back in the seat.

“A date?” The words come out slow, accusatory. “You cause chaos amongst your staff because you have a date tomorrow?”

“No, not the kind of date you’re thinking of. I have somewhere very important to be every Friday afternoon until the concerts. And yes, if I want to surprise my staff with a surprise meeting, then I will. No one ever became a successful CEO by playing it safe with the staff.”

“You really do love yourself, don’t you?”

“Confidence, Gray. It’s the key to success.”

“Smug is more like it. And I said no nicknames.”