Page 3 of Ashley & the A-Listers

Nic had been trying to set Ashley up with friends, acquaintances, and even some of their clients, which was crossing a line she’d been very stern with him about.

His intentions were pure, but annoying.

Her dating pool was slimming with every year she pushed off finding a pack. As a single alpha reaching her thirties, ferality loomed with every recycled calendar, but Ashley wouldn’t worry. She had friends to keep her in check. It would work out.

Like the gym had, getting burnt down by Nic’s omega’s ex-pack, then being relocated and built better than ever.

Nic had even paid her for the months she’d missed, keeping a roof over her head in the meantime.

She’d had a lucky streak recently, and she just hoped it didn’t run out anytime soon.

If you’re so lucky, why don’t you try your hand with this omega?

The voice in her head sounded a lot like Nic’s.

Between machines, Ashley couldjustglimpse Cameron, and watched as he attempted a wobbly roundhouse kick.

Ashley arched a brow.

Shecould do a roundhouse kick.

Where was Cameron’s trainer? According to the notes Nic had left, it wasn’t one of their own; it was someone production probably hired.

They get to work with Cameron Thomas, and they’relate?

Nic’s words bumbled around in her head, amping up her confidence.

Before she could chicken out, she stalked across the gym, the soles of her tennis shoes soft against the floor as she made her way over.

You’re an alpha. Act like it.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” she asked, announcing herself and leaning against a treadmill a few feet away. Her scent was a little more obvious, but she tried to rein it in, not wanting to overwhelm the omega.

Cameron spun, and?—

Ashley didnotgasp, but it was a near thing.

Cameron was handsome on screen, but up close, he was downright delectable with a sheen of sweat. Lickable, some might say.

Biteable.

His cheeks were flushed from exertion, and in loose shorts and a tank, his muscled arms were on full display.

Did she have heart eyes thumping from her head?

Cameron’s expression slipped from frustration to… interest—was she imagining things?— as he lowered his arms and shrugged. “Why do you ask?”

“Because your roundhouse… is wobbly,” she hinted. “Don’t you use stunt doubles?”

“Are you telling me I suck?” he questioned.

Ashley winced, lips twitching at his bluntness, at the small smile on his lips.

“Maybe.”

“I wanted to challenge myself,” he said. “This is the first time I’mnotusing a stunt double.”

Hmm. Ashley had hoped for more from Axel Stevens, but she guessed that’s why Cameron was here. In her opinion, maybethey should’ve stopped after the first two, but the writers were still going, and fans were rabid for it.

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