Chapter 40

ETHAN. "What's the hold up?" I ask, tapping my nails on the seat beside me, and I lean forward, peering through the window. "It's... someone's blocking the path, sir," Stan says, honking again and again, and his speech reverts to his language as he cusses at whoever it is in perfect Espanol. I pull off the sunglasses, eyes narrowing at the red convertible blocking my company's gate, preventing me from entering. The door opens and I all but groan when I see who steps out of it, covered in a short black leather dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Ashley. In her hands is a bouquet of red roses, and I groan as she approaches. "Stan, move around the damned car. I don't have time for this." "Sir, I can't. Not without hitting the—" She knocks on my window and I release an exasperated sigh. Women. Frustrating lots. Ashley even more than the rest. Why it is so hard to respect my wishes baffles me. I've told her off severally, screen her calls, blocked all of her numbers, and e