Fourteen

May’s POV

“Be seated!”

That was the first thing Asher said to me when I went down for dinner that night. He had asked the housekeeper to cook and asked her to also get me when she was done.

There was no doubt about the fact that it was an order, a reminder of some kind that he was the head of this house, the powerful man people knew him to be, and the man who could still talk to me as he liked.

I couldn’t say anything to him though. Aside from the fact that I respected him too much to do the opposite of what he said, I had been trying to be extra nicer than usual, just to pacify him because I knew he was still angry about the coffee shop incident.

“Get us some warm water, Dee,” he said to the housekeeper, but my mind drifted back to the coffee shop, and the way Asher had acted when Gary had called me a beautiful woman. He had looked at me for what seemed like a long time, his eyes trailing over my body as if he was stripping me off my clothes and then he had nodded his head and said.