“Do you have some of our most recent accounts, so I can go over our earnings, expenses, and liabilities with the families?”
“Yes, everything is ready for you, Boss. I’ve blacked out a few of our liabilities and expenses regarding narcotics, and our retained earnings from certain political figures and organizations,” Chase said before standing up and walking up to the closet.
“Good,” she said as she unbuckled her pants.
Ashley started lifting her tank top over her head ignoring the shuffling noises behind her. She lifted her white blouse in front of her and inspected it for foreign spots. Once she deemed the button-up fit, she snaked her arms through each of her sleeves and started to button her blouse up. Ashley stopped at the button resting above her breasts and leaned on her desk to slip off her garage shoes. Chase’s scarred back caught her attention as he took off his shirt. He was wearing his black suit pants and black shoes that were perfectly shined.
She made constellations with the scars on his back as she let her pants drop to the floor. While watching his damaged skin move over his muscles, Ashley was able to recognize most of his scars. Several were from debris that had hit him during certain shootouts. Others were from her father just like the split in his left eyebrow. It was one of the oldest of Jacob’s markings.
He had turned around once her pants were snuggly resting on her hips. For a brief second, Ashley tried to crack his solid expression. Giving up, she let her eyes blanket over his bare chest as Chase started to cover up his chiseled abs with his white button-up shirt.
“Ash,” he said with a grin as he made his way towards her.
He grabbed her shirt softly and started to unbutton it. Ashley stood still looking down at his hands while they avoided her raw skin.
“We are about to go to a meeting, and your head is not in the right place,” he chuckled softly. “Look at your shirt; you skipped a button. In the small things you do, someone can easily read you,” he started to button up her shirt again and stopped below her breast. His knuckles brushed the skin underneath her bra.
“Yes, I’ll be more aware,” Ashley stated bluntly when she found Chase’s cold eyes looking down at her.
“Good,” he muttered gruffly. Chase finished what he started, then released her shirt. He stepped closer to her, and Ashley held her ground like a statue while his hand rubbed its way up her neck and into her hair. She could feel his breath hugging her bottom lip as he gradually pulled the ponytail from her thick curly hair.
Ashley placed her hand on his chest about to break the tension between them, but then his hand caressed her cheek. A small sigh escaped her, and it surprised both of them. He glided his finger along her jawline and to the bottom of her chin bringing her lips closer to his.
“The meeting…,” she said breathlessly.
“Later Ashley,” he growled before taking her lips in his.