Asher’s POV

I stood in the hallway outside the guest suite door, arms crossed, staring at Gianna like she’d lost her damn mind. One hand on the frame, her hips cocked, that red lace barely covering anything. The lamp light from inside the room caught on her skin, making every curve sharper and more deliberate. She was breathing a little fast, chest rising and falling as if waiting for me to say yes.

I didn’t.

“No,” I said again, my voice low but final. “You’re not staying in my room. Not tonight. Not any night.”

Her smile slipped. Just a flicker, then came back tighter. “Come on, Asher. It’s just...