HOW COULD Minah possibly enjoy her meal now that she was sharing dinner with Asher? Of all places, he decided to eat at their house.
She couldn’t even bring herself to confront him, especially after the teasing he had subjected her to earlier. The nerve of this man! How dare he?
Minah’s grip tightened on her utensils. Why couldn’t she shake off the heated sensation his actions had stirred within her?
“Don’t you like the food?” Asher’s voice cut through her thoughts.
She looked up at him, quickly masking her expression. “I don’t understand why you have to eat dinner here,” she said instead.
“Maybe you need someone to eat with,” he replied casually.
“Oh, maybe you’d like to join me in bed too?” Minah shot back sarcastically. The moment the words left her mouth, she realized what
