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I have a favor to ask…
I typed as a text and then hit send.
It was only a matter of moments before the bubbles appeared, and I was waiting for his response.
What’s that?
I furrowed my brows. That’s all? He wasn’t protesting? I was so confused but grateful and typed my reply.
Before I ask, I need to preface my question with the disclaimer that my students may have baited me into this.
Bubbles appeared in response and then disappeared with no connected message.
Wait what? No, where was his response?
Should I check his Picsnap?
Why was I suddenly asking all of these questions?
Then my phone started ringing, and once again, Asher was asking to video call me.
Chapter 12
Staring at the screen for a moment longer, I sighed and pressed the answer button. His face popped up; a black cut-off hoodie covered his previously bare torso, though I could still see a hint of his tattoos running down his ribs through the deep slit on the sides.
“I’m intrigued as to what your students baited you into.” He grinned and leaned against the wall. He was in some sort of hallway, the echoing of his voice only making it harder for me to concentrate.
“You know, this conversation could take place over a text,” I grumbled, and he slowly chuckled.
“If you’re going to want me to agree to a favor, then you have to ask me to my face. And correctly.” He lifted a brow and gestured for me to continue.
Taking a deep breath, I spoke. “Is it true that you’re doing a two-night concert? Here?”
“Yes?” He narrowed hisgaze, curious.
“Okay, well, my students need me to record myself singing one of your songs at each concert. A different song of their choosing per concert. Problem is, I don’t know which songs, and I’ve only just begun digging into your music.” I grimaced as the corner of his mouth slid upwards in a crooked smile.
“Go on.”
“I was wondering if you’d… teach me.”
“All of my songs?”
“At least the ones you’re planning to use at the concert. So your setlists, I guess,” I sheepishly explained.
“Hmmmm.” He glanced away from the screen for half a second.
“Look, I don’t care that you had another girl show up to your hotel room yesterday. I’m not asking—”
“What?” His eyes snapped back to the camera.
“What I’m saying is I know I told you off, several times, but I’m a woman of her word, and I told my students I’d do this.”
“Yes, fine. I’ll help, but that’s not what I’m confused by.” He brushed off my request, tipping his head.
“Then what are you confused by?” I blinked and pulled my brows together, wondering what I was missing.
“What did you mean by me having another girl show up at my hotel room?”
