ASHER
"Thank you for coming." I say to Mrs. Olga, a youthful looking CEO in her forties, just before kissing her cheeks. "It was a pleasure to have you." She palms my cheek with a naughty look glistening in her eyes.
"It's Ms. Olga. My divorce was recently finalized." She clarifies, fluttering her thick lashes. "You're a very good-looking man, Asher Rollins. Why don't you pay me a visit at my vacation home on Kingston Avenue? I assume you'd be interested in discussing Rollins Group and how we can do business together." Her eyes are literally undressing me at this point.
"That's very sweet of you, Ms. Olga…"
"Oh, please, just call me Olga. No formality needed." A seductive wink follows as she skims my shoulder with her hand. "That's a strong arm you've got under there. Can't wait to see everything under these clothes. Call me?"
I just nod my head. Thankfully, her chauffeur steers her away to her car.
"Was that the last one?" Anna asks, coming up behind me.
