Chapter 242

Ashton: [Morning.] Ashton: [Had breakfast yet? Don’t be late for work on your first day.] Ashton: [I’ve got connections in the city. Let me know if you need anything—bodyguard, chauffeur, assistant, whatever.] Ashton: [LGH doesn’t have a hotel in Paris. If you’d rather not stay at Fabrizio’s, check into Le Meurice. There’s a suite under my name, all yours.] I sent a quick reply: [Just heading to work now.] As Fabrizio took a sharp turn, I snapped a photo of the Parisian street flickering past, then fired it off to Ashton. He responded in seconds. Ashton: [Nice view out there.] Ashton: [That window’s tinted. Looks aftermarket. That’s not a taxi. Whose car are you in?] Me: [Fabrizio’s. He’s giving me a lift to Valmont’s headquarters.] Ashton: [Stay away from him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] The barrage of exclamation marks made my eyes twitch. Me: [He’s just giving me a ride. Stop freaking out.] Ashton: [If he were just a colleague, he wouldn’t be chauffeuring you around.] Me: [He said it was on his