One Hundred and Twelve

May’s POV

I couldn’t believe I would come back to this house anymore, at least, not to come work. Asher and I had been working on his home office since I arrived about a couple of hours ago, and he had been the perfect gentleman since then.

We were supposed to get together at his office together to iron out some of the work, but he had called and insisted I had to come to the house, because he couldn’t make it to the office.

When I arrived, he had been waiting out front for me with a huge smile on his face. The cold Asher that I knew now seemed to be a distant memory, replaced with the warm one, the one that had feelings that I was now seeing nowadays.

I sighed and rubbed my neck as I was bent over the files on the desk Asher and I had been sharing. “Are you all right?” I heard Asher’s voice and I snapped my head up to look at him.

Slightly, I nodded, but said nothing after that.

“You look like you’re in pain. Maybe your neck is killing you.” He said and I shrugged.

“Do you want a mas