Page 45 of Ruthless Heir

I thought he would be suited and booted as usual for the office but instead, he's wearing a pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved navy T-shirt that shows off his muscles. Seeing him look so casual takes me by surprise.

“What?” He quirks a brow.

"I didn't think you owned clothes like that anymore.”

"I guess I'm always ready for the office. Come on, let's go."

Okay. He’s being nice again. If I could get him to keep this up we just might make it through the journey.

I follow him outside and he surprises me again when we go into theforbidden garagewhere he keeps his cars that are off-limits to me.

I imagined him with all sorts of cars but when he opens the door I’m blown away. Nothing I imagined compares to the cascade of luxury cars he has stored away in here. I feel like I just walked onto the set of a Bond film.

There’s the Maybach he drove to pick me up in Massachusetts next to three others—one in each color. Blue, red, black and white.

Lined up next to them are two Bugattis, a few Porsches, Lamborghinis, some other cars I don't know the names of and several motorcycles. There are at least twenty-five different vehicles here.

"Wow," I rasp "You have enough cars in here to start your own showroom."

Asher gives me a thin smile. "Collecting cars is a hobby of mine."

“Most people collect stamps or coins.”

“I’m not like most people.” He gives me a cocky wink and leads me to the black Bugatti.

He opens the door for me to get in before he slides into the driver's seat.

“Got the address?”

“Sure.”

I take out my notebook and show him Daniela’s address. He taps it into the GPS then starts the car and we drive away.

Silence fills the space between us once we’re on the road but it’s fine. It’s better this way.

We get to Daniela's an hour later. I expect Asher to leave me but he pulls into the parking lot for her apartment building.

“I can take it from here,” I tell him.

“I have some time. I can wait with you and drop you back home.”

That gives me pause because I thought he was blocked-out busy. “How come you have time for this?”

“Some days I have to work past midnight. Especially when I have international meetings. On those days I prefer to spend my mornings at home."

I think back to last week when he picked me up in Massachusetts. He would've just been coming back from work. That explains why he was still in his suit. I thought maybe he had an event or something.

“I’m surprised you work that late. I never imagined that you’d need to.”

He grins back at me with a spark in his eyes. "You’d be surprised. Go on, lead the way.”

I walk ahead and he falls in step with me. “I haven’t had anyone sit in on a lesson in a long time.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay in a different room or something so I won’t distract you.”

“Okay, thanks.”

No one would imagine that we had such a big blow-up yesterday.

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