Chapter 66: A fucking proposal?
The knock came again.
Ashley scrambled off Lorenzo’s lap, her hands flying over her hair and dress in a panic to arrange herself. Her eyes darted everywhere but him.
Lorenzo found her reaction amusing, but he didn’t dare laugh.
"You sit there calmly and act like nothing happened, do you understand?" she warned, still avoiding his gaze as she hurried toward the door.
He watched her in quiet amusement as she took a breath and opened it.
"Are you okay?" her assistant asked immediately, trying to step inside, but Ashley didn’t move from the doorway.
"Yeah... I think I dozed off," she said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. She just hoped she didn’t sound ridiculous—or worse, smell like a damn pornstar.
"Oh. Sorry to disturb your rest. I just wanted to drop this off." Claire held out a document. Through the small gap in the door, her eyes caught Lorenzo crossing the room, but she didn’t react.
"I’ll take it. Thanks."
Ashley grabbed the document and shut the door before her assistant could say another word.
Claire blinked, then smiled, already piecing things together. Ashley never collected documents at the door—and never slammed it in her face. The devilishly handsome man in the office and her boss’s messy hair were all the information she needed. Chuckling, she walked back to her own office.