Page 5 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
Maybe that was why I’d been invited to the wedding.
I didn’t really know Cole well, and I’d only met his bride, Lauren, in passing. I certainly didn’t know them well enough to warrant a wedding invitation.
I had a feeling I’d been included on the guest list to keep Asher company in a situation that wasn’t exactly enjoyable for him.
The other wedding events?
Asher had dragged me along to most of them, using the lame excuse that he might need my services during the event.
It was bullshit, and I knew it.
Who needed a housekeeper at a rehearsal dinner?
What he’d needed was some kind of distraction, and I’d never minded going to those events with him.
My position with him had helped me enormously, and I was more than willing to help him out.
He shrugged as he finally answered. “I’ll probably get something later. I’m not hungry right now.”
I watched as he took a slug of his beer.
Maybe he wasn’t thrilled to be here, but he looked smoking hot in a tuxedo.
I’d pulled out the one dress I still owned, a V-neck floral print dress that had suited the outdoor wedding.
Luckily, I’d been able to make the dress work for most of the events I’d needed to attend with him.
“You’re missing out,” I told him as I picked up a fork from our small table and started to dig in to my meal. “That’s the most incredible buffet I’ve ever seen.”
I didn’t have the extra money for some of the exquisite food on my plate, and I was looking forward to the meal.
The food had been a huge benefit to me at all of the wedding events. I hadn’t accompanied Asher for the food, but it had been nice to eat until I was full at those festivities.
Asher was silent for a few minutes as he simply watched me eat.
The way he stared at me didn’t bother me anymore.
The man was intense, and he was an observer of almost all things since he didn’t do much participating.
I was used to the way he mostly watched instead of talked.
I generally talked enough for both of us anyway.
I had a bad habit of babbling on about trivial things when I was nervous or when I wasn’t sure what to say.
He frowned when I finished my very full plate in record time. “You didn’t eat today? You just put away that food like a woman who hasn’t had a good meal in a while.”
To my embarrassment, my cheeks flushed a little as I used my napkin on my face and then took a long sip of my water.
That was the problem with Asher watching so much.
He actuallysawthings that other people might not notice.
“It was a busy day,” I said, blowing off his comments. “I missed breakfast. I was hungry.”
“Missed breakfast?” he said in a low growl. “You made me a very large breakfast this morning. Why didn’t you eat some of it? You made that food and it’s not even a workday for you.”
It was a Saturday, and I generally only worked Monday through Friday.
