Chapter 10

Asher

I looked at the beauty seated opposite me. The ambience in the restaurant accentuated the look in her eyes. It appeared like her eyes might snap shut at any moment. If it did... I didn't want to think of what would happen then. I cleared my throat and clapped, signaling to the waiter who stood at the entrance to the kitchen. The fine lines etched in his face were now a little rough. His eyes had turned red—probably because of the sleep I had deprived him of. He fought the urge to let out a yawn as he walked over to me.

He leaned in and asked, “How can I help you, Mr. Asher?" Although his words suggested that he wanted to be of service to me, his demeanor and the slight lilt in his voice suggested a repressed annoyance. But he knew better than to voice his discontent; it could as well cost him his richest customer.

“The bills,” I said in a snarky manner.

“Just a moment, sir.”

I turned away from him and looked at the only person who had ever managed to capture my attention for m