Page 41 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
He started to shut his computer down. “I was just looking at your website again. Your talent is remarkable, Sierra. If there’s anything I can do to help you get your career back, I’ll do it.”
“You’re already helping me enough, Asher,” I insisted.
He probably had no idea how much his faith that I’d get my career back and his encouragement meant to me.
Knowing that he liked my work was incredibly flattering.
Asher had many valuable pieces of artwork in his home, so he obviously had an appreciation for art.
He rose from his chair. “Not as much as I’d like to,” he informed me.
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you stop trying to help me for five minutes?”
He pulled up in front of me and nudged me out the door. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can,” he said in a voice totally devoid of humor as he followed close behind me.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again.
Really, what in the hell could I say to that?
Asher
“When are you planning to tell Sierra that you’re interested in a hell of a lot more than her housekeeping skills?” Devon asked wryly while we were working in Silas’s kitchen.
Okay, I was working.
Devon must think he was some kind of support system because he’d followed me when I’d told Silas that I’d replace the door gasket in his commercial dishwasher for him.
Sierra and Reese were chatting like old friends over their coffee, so I didn’t feel guilty about leaving her alone.
“Shit!” I cursed as I applied more pressure to the pliers I was holding to get the stubborn gasket off the door. “Why doesn’t he get a new dishwasher? This thing is so old I’m surprised he can still get parts.”
I was kneeling to get to the gasket, and Devon grinned down at me and rested his hip against the counter.
He was holding the replacement part, which was probably about as much as he wanted to do.
He’d readily admitted that he didn’t know much about commercial dishwashers.
I, on the other hand, had been a blue-collar guy for a long time, and I’d fixed everything around the ranch when I was young because there was no way my old man was going to do it.
“He probably wants to save money. I think Silas was planning on doing this himself until you offered,” Devon mused. “And you haven’t answered my question.”
“He’s in his eighties,” I informed Devon, like he didn’t already know that. “He has no business on his knees in his kitchen, pulling old parts out of a very old dishwasher. It’s not a big deal. I just wish he had a model that didn’t look like it was discontinued a long time ago.”
The old gasket finally popped out as I added, “And I have no idea what you mean about Sierra.”
Hell, I knew. And Devon did, too, but I didn’t need to satisfy his damn curiosity.
“Come on, Asher,” Devon said persuasively. “Let’s be honest. I recognize the looks you shoot her way. You’ve got it bad. I should know. I feel the same way about my wife.”
I shrugged as I cleaned the area where the new gasket would go. “So what if I do?” I conceded. “She’s my housekeeper. I’m her boss. She’s not interested in me.”
Yeah, she’d let me kiss her, but that didn’t mean she wanted anything more than that.
She’d made it perfectly clear that she thought that incident was a mistake.
“Are you sure about that?” he asked thoughtfully. “I think I see the same lust in her eyes.”
“Drop it, Devon,” I growled as I took the replacement part from him. “I’ve got issues she doesn’t need to deal with.”
