Taylor’s POV

I sashayed through the hallway of Sterling Winery, surrounded by four bodyguards. I didn’t want to be here in the first place, and the last thing I needed was people gushing over me. I mean, they could, but from a distance.

My bodyguards cleared the path of curious employees as I walked through. I stopped at the reception desk and flashed the bright-eyed lady one of my killer smiles. “Hello—” I stole a quick glance at the name tag on the table, “Valerie. Where’s Asher’s office?”

It took her a moment to come to. She closed her mouth and bowed her head. “I’m sorry. Do you have an...