chapter 41

ASHTON

I took her to the private floor that Trace and I usually used when we were at Katya. There was a small patio-like extension to the side, a bench that sat far back in the shadows. I knew Trace used to sit and watch Jess when she worked. She didn’t know, but it was private, and we could still be a part of the atmosphere below.

That’s where I took Molly tonight.

Trace and Jess went to their place, and when he or I were here, we were the only ones allowed on this floor. Elijah was at the door. A few guys were on the other side, my personal guards. Anthony came in, Katya’s main manager, and had a debrief with me quick, but now he was gone.

I was sipping my bourbon, and she was dancing on the end of the patio, overlooking the floor, lost in the music.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

It sounded so fucking cheesy, and it wasn’t something I usually would think, but with Molly Easter, I found myself unable to think anything else.

God. What was I doing with her?

Even I did