Esme Kelly Octavia Knight- An angel with a dark side. She protects her loved ones, even by sacrificing her dreams. Her dreams of finding 'true love' died the minute she signed the contract. She expects a life without love, the unexpected awaits her...
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Esme's POV
"Esme, can you help with a little planning?" Asher asked, referring to our next mission.
After preventing my head from colliding with the table from dozing off, I answer, "Yeah. Sure. Just give me five minutes after dinner. I'll be there."
"You sure you can do it, sweetheart? You seem too sleepy," Alaric intervened. "Yeah. I'm fine... this happens whenever I am stuffed with food, especially when it's dinner. I'll be fine," I replied, straightening up and feeling the sleepiness wearing off already.
After dinner, I insist on helping with the dishes, but Val pins me with one glare that has me running to the hills...
The lady can be scary when she wants...
We met up in Asher's office for the planning, but as I was walking down the hallway, I felt myself being pulled into a supply closet.
A sharp gasp left my mouth at the same time I tried to turn around to throw a punch, but they had my hands pinned to my body and my body was pinned against a wall...
It was Asher...
"Jesus Christ. You gave me a heart attack," I whispered. He laughed, amusement flowing through him, as one of his hands rested on my hip and the other on my thigh.
"I'm sorry fire. I didn't mean to scare you," he said, and I raised my eyebrow at the lack of sincerity in it.
This fucker was joking...
I narrow my eyes at him and try to push off of the wall, and he slammed me back against it with his hand on my hip.
My eyes widened as I looked up at him, surprised at seeing this side of him...
"Cat got your tongue fire? You always have so much to say," he mused, his thumb running along my bottom lip.
"Asher, we have a meeting," I say, but to my bad luck it comes out breathlessly. "Yes, and what about it?" he asks with a smile as his hand on my hip moves higher.
I shift under his grip and try to push off his hand.
He frowns at it and pins my hands above my head in one swift move...
His other hand tugs my waist, pulling me closer to him, to the point where our chests almost touch.
A gasp falls from my mouth, and his eyes flick to my lips.
He leans down, his mouth near my ear, as his breath tickles my neck. "Do you even realize what you're doing to me?" his voice comes out low and deep, sending tingles across my body.
Oh god...
"Asher," his name falls from my mouth. "You just have to exist fire, and I'd already be on my knees. You're so beautiful," his thumb brushes against my cheek.
