And as they went outside, they hugged and headed in different directions.
Ashley’s heels clipped against the pavement now.
No one stared at her and her hair even flowed in the slight breeze.
She returned to Matt’s and drove through the black gates, pulling the Bentley to the front. She stared at the house for a few minutes.
The two-story mansion could be a movie set.
The cream walls were subtle luxury and the fountains in the front gave the house a majestic palace aura.
And so far following her heart had led her here… to Matt’s house.
His kisses still burned through her mind.
However, sitting the in car wasn’t going to get her what she wanted in life. She drove into the garage and thenlet herself in with the keys he’d given her.
As she trekked across the bamboo floors with her heels clapping, she called out as she put her bags on the floor, “Matt?”
“He’s not here, ma’am.” An older woman who could be her in twenty years went toward the bags. “I’ll put these away for you.”
No. She would never turn into Jennifer. She reached out her hand and offered to shakewith the woman who had gray streaks in her hair. “Hi. I’m Ashley. And you are?”
“Rosita.” The maid stilled, her hands at her sides.
Finally, the woman shook her hand and Ashley patted her shoulder. “Nice to meet you, Rosita.”
“You, too.” The maid reached down and took the bags.
Ashley chewed her lip until she remembered to stop. The clock now read four so the lunchthey’d agreed to was now early dinner. She wasn’t sure how to handle this, so she just said to the woman, “I’m going to make dinner now.”
“Of course.” Rosita disappeared with the bags.
Right.
Ashley fixed her teal blue dress that clung and headed into the kitchen.
If Matthew wasn’t home, she had no reason to be shy. She slipped off her new shoes and turned on the radio.
Once she found good salsa music she to dance to, she opened the refrigerator and searched the vegetable drawers for onion, celery and pepper, chopping and mixing, not really caring what she made. She loved to cook.
She chose organic chicken because it wasn’t frozen so it was easy to chop.
As she finished putting her vegetables and chicken into the pan to fry them on the hotoil she’d prepared, the music turned off.
She whirled around and met the blue eyes of the sexiest man she’d ever met, her skin jumpy. She melted from his hot stare. “Ashley, you look amazing.”
Her heart sped up, but her lips curved into a smile as she said, “I spent the day at the spa.”
He walked over and then twirled her around, like he was admiring her dress as he said,“I can see that. You’re way too beautiful in this dress to stay home.”
Seduction was easier if no one else was around—the two of them here rather than a restaurant. She ignored the patter in her chest and said, “I was making us dinner.”
He waved it off and said, “We can eat it tomorrow for lunch, on set. Get your heels.”
“Okay.” She slipped them back on.
Home was whereshe usually spent all her free time and it would be nice to go out.
