Page 74 of Fit for Love

“Maybe you’re right.”And Ashton doesn’t even know that my salary from that job wasn’t enough to pay my bills.“I’ve already learned everything I wanted to learn from him.”

“There you go.It’s time you work for yourself.Create VersaWear, or something else that inspires you.”

“Yeah.”I feel a jolt of excitement.“That’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“Did you bring your laptop with you on the trip?”

I nod.

“Why don’t you work on VersaWear on the flight back?I’ll help as much as I can.”

How wrong would it be if I jumped on his cock right here and now?The driver wouldn’t mind, right?

Before I get the chance to do anything, we pull up to the mansion.

“Can you wait for us?”Ashton asks the driver.“It might be a few minutes, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

The driver agrees, and we walk up to the mansion, where the butler takes us to our suitcases.

“Can we shower and change before we go?”I ask.

“Sure,” the manager says.“No one is using the steam room at the moment.There are showers there and a locker room.”

We head over there, and when the warm water hits my skin, I barely suppress a moan of pleasure.

How did humanity survive without showers for the majority of its history?

After the shower, I debate whether to dress comfortably for the flight or to make Ashton want me.

Then again, why choose?I’ve got a bodysuit and skinny jeans with me.Yeah.But I won’t go overboard and wear heels on the plane.Instead, I put on a fresh pair of socks and sneakers, then work on my makeup.

Feeling amazing, especially for someone who’s just lost her job, I exit the changing room and smile at Ashton, who’s already waiting for me.

The heat in his eyes tells me my outfit is working as intended.

Oh, and boy, did he clean up well also.His face is freshly shaved, his skin glowing, and his lush golden hair would look right at home in a shampoo commercial.To make matters worse—or better—he’s wearing a tight white polo shirt, navy fitted chinos, and brown leather boots, a combo that makes me want to strip him naked.

“Should we go?”he asks.

I walk up to him.“Maybe.Or maybe?—”

The stupid manager comes in at that very moment and asks if there’s anything else we need.

Getting the hint, Ashton gives the guy an obscene tip, and we return to the car with our luggage.

“If you’d like, I can call a few of my clients and consult with them on VersaWear,” Ashton says as we get going.

I glance at him.“I’m not sure…”

“Let’s give it a shot,” he says and calls someone named Megan.He introduces me and asks her what features she’d want in an outfit that can be worn for workouts and out.

“Interesting question,” she says, and it finally clicks that this istheMegan—who happens to be one of the hottest women in Hollywood.

In a daze, I listen to her ideas—most of them annoyingly good—and then swear to send her a prototype of VersaWear when (not if) it becomes reality.

As soon as we hang up, Ashton calls a few other celebs, and I pick their brains until we get on the plane and take off.

“So,” he says.“Ready to work on it now?”

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