Asher's POV

“What are the dresses for, Sir?” Layla questioned quietly the moment she stepped into my office. Her voice wasn't as bold as it was yesterday morning.

God. Isn't it too early to start thinking this wild? This girl was definitely going to be the end of me. I had spent the better part of my night thinking about how much further I wanted to break her.

I gripped my pen harder before standing from my seat and moving past her. Her fingers were clutching the box tightly, the one ...