Thirty Nine

Asher’s POV

I hated it when people kept me waiting, but what I hated more was then arriving an acting like they had done nothing wrong.

“Well, you’re just a bit earlier than I am.” She said and I gave her a cold glare. Just because she was a beautiful woman didn’t excuse her attitude. And if I was being honest, she wasn’t that beautiful to me. I glanced at Brent and he shook his head at me, telling me without words not to say a word.

“Can we at least talk about why we’re here now?” I asked. The only reason why I was here was because I wanted to appease my mother and do something to surprise her for her birthday. It was why I was meeting this woman, she was a baker and had a shop downtown. She made one of the best carrot cakes, which happened to be my mother’s favorite.

The issue was, she was hard to book because she was always already booked for half of the year, and it was why she was being pompous about things.

“Yes, we should.” She said, glancing at the wristwatch she was wearing.