But he'd always been incredibly sensitive to her presence.
He suddenly stopped typing and looked toward the door.
Sophie, caught in the act, could only stick out her tongue at him before walking in.
She set the coffee down on his desk.
"Tonight… do you really have to work overtime?" she asked carefully.
"Hm?" Asher Land didn't get what she meant.
"Oh, I mean, staying up late is really bad for your health. Can't you leave whatever it is for tomorrow?" Sophie did as Eva Miller had taught her and mustered a bit more courage. She walked over to him, sat down on his lap, her small hands twining around his neck. "Come… sleep with me."
A faint flush crept over her face, and Asher was practically scared silly by her.
So she could also take the initiative and ask him to sleep with her?
"What kind of sleeping are we talking about? The very deep kind?" he teased.
Sophie punched him in the chest.
"Asher Land, are you… sleeping with me or not?"
