inside.
“I’m Ms. Engel, your assistant.”
He watched her small frame march into the room. “I didna hire an assistant.”
“Mr. Constantine did.” She stopped in the middle of the living room and turned to him. “Every year for the past five, I’ve acted as Mr. Constantine’s assistant. You’re going to need my help.”
Asher let the door close as he looked askance at the little drill sergeant. The last thing he wanted was someone dogging his steps while he was in Paris. It was bad enough he couldn’t drive himself or open his own damn doors. Now this?
“What’s your full name?” he asked. He was going to have to make the most of the situation.
“You can call me Ms. Engel.”
He stopped before her. “I could, aye. But I asked for your name.”
After several tense seconds where she debated on whether to tell him, she said, “Blossom Engel.”
At first he thought she was joking. Then he realized that wasn’t a possibility since Ms. Engel had probably never laughed a day in her life.
Blossom. Her name was Blossom. It was everything he could do not to even crack a smile. He wasn’t hiding it well by the way her eyes narrowed at him.
“Well, Ms. Engel, where shall we start?” he asked, trying to see the color of her eyes again, but failing––again.
With a quick intake of breath, she flipped open the planner. “Tomorrow morning at seven your breakfast will be delivered to the room. As soon as you tell me your preferences, I’ll notify the kitchen. At eight thirty, you have a meeting with a Mr. Hodges.”
Asher sank onto the leather ottoman and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger as Blossom rattled on. There wasn’t five minutes throughout the next day for him to have a thought to himself.
How the hell was he going to get through it all?
Chapter Two
Rachel stared at her computer screen, comparing the drawing she’d uploaded of the Dragon King to the man who strolled through the George V as if he owned it. Everyone rushed to do Asher’s bidding without him even uttering a single word.
Just one more reason to hate the Dragon Kings.
Wasn’t it bad enough that they were liars? Wasn’t it enough that they set out to fool the world? The company would fall, along with every member of Dreagan. And she was the one who would do it.
She took in the tall form and the expensive dark blue custom-made suit, the cut emphasizing his wide shoulders and trim form. Asher walked with purpose, but softly, as if he were conscious of his feet striking the ground. His arms swung freely by his sides, but she saw no watch on either wrist. Those around him had to look up because he towered over them.
When her gaze finally reached his face, she took in the thick ebony hair cut short on the sides, but the top left longer. She was too far away to see the color of his eyes, but his gaze swept the lobby thrice while listening to a woman welcoming him.
Rachel knew the definition of beautiful. She recognized Asher’s broad jaw that narrowed to his chin was considered handsome. Dark stubble highlighted his jaw and cheeks, giving him an air of daring sophistication.
Women of all ages at the hotel stopped and stared, the desire evident in the way they panted after him. She could acknowledge his good looks, but she never understood someone’s ability to forget themselves while gawking at another.
Once he disappeared in the elevator, she returned to looking over the notes uploaded to the computer. As with anyone who came to WWC from Dreagan, last names were never used, so no one thought it odd.
There was a lot of Mr. Asher this , or Mr. Asher that being bandied around the lobby. Everyone at the hotel wanted to ensure he had the best experience possible. As if he would have any other kind staying in the penthouse.
She wished the file on him was larger. In fact, there wasn’t much to go on other than the basics.
Name: Asher
King of: Hunter Greens
Tattoo: Left arm
Notes: Likes to be in charge.