(Harlow)
I changed my outfit twice before I finally stopped messing with it. It was ridiculous because Greta had seen me dressed for work hundreds of times. I wasn't going there for an interview, and I hadn't even decided if I wanted a job. Somehow that made choosing what to wear worse.
Asher was sitting nearby watching the entire thing. He hadn't offered an opinion, which was probably the smartest decision he'd made all morning. Every time I looked at him, he looked completely innocent. I knew better.
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Whatever you've been thinking for the last ten minutes."
"You don't want to know."
I turned toward him with my hands on my hips. He looked me over again before meeting my eyes. I had settled on black pants and a blouse that I'd worn plenty of times before. There
