Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov 

I smoothed down the pencil skirt, looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. The button down shirt was neatly tucked inside the skirt and the red lipstick I wore was bold. I sighed, I had thankfully finished the editing late last night and woke up early this morning to print out the manuscript I was drowsy, half asleep as I waited for the papers. When it was done I neatly stacked them together, hopefully in the right order and placed them carefully in the folder. I would certainly be yelled at if there was one wrinkle or tear. 

“You got this, just walk in the building, place the manuscript on his desk and walk out. And don‘t argue with him no matter how bad he irritates you” I pep talk myself as I swept my fingers through my hair. 

I had decided to let it down, loved how it curtained around me like a shield. It was how I felt safe from Mr. Smith‘s words whenever he was upset. 

Usually he would rather I email him the finished edited manuscript but somehow he wanted them printed out and on his desk This could only mean one thing, he was waiting for me so he could no doubt argue about nonsense in my presence. “Don‘t strangle him when he opens his mouth to speak” I breathed out a sigh, looked at myself one last time in the mirror and walked over to my desk 

I carefully put the folder in my black leather bag and zipped it up. “And remember to not throw the folder at his face if he so happens to call you a bitch again.” I nodded at myself. Was I slowly losing my mind? Perhaps. 

My fingers curl around the straps of the bag and I bring it to my side. I huffed and started for the door. It was early, around seven but I was supposed to apparently have the manuscript on Mr. Smith‘s desk by eight : My heels Clacked against the wood beneath them and I prayed I didn‘t wake up Blake. Even though I was still a bit mad at him. 

But when I treaded down the stairs, I was suddenly hit with the unmaskable aroma of coffee. I breathed it in, I needed this after a long night and the early wee hours of the morning. 

into the kitchen. My brows furrowed as I stared at him. “You‘re up this early?” He licks his lower lip and moves his eyes off my legs. He peered at me with a glint of embarrassment in his eyes at being caught staring at my legs longer than necessary. “Yeah I knew you were up the entire night and decided to

cheeks stained red. I wanted to awe. Before,Blake would be caught dead blushing but

create havoc in my belly. He definitely still knew how to play his cards right

force than necessary. It took

really didn‘t have to Blake.” I said softly walking over to the

placed the bag on the counter and grin when Blake pushes the mug filled with coffee towards me. He‘s careful to not have it spilling over the counter so he does

me a wink. “It‘s the least I could do for disturbing

I bring it towards my lips. I almost moaned as the bitter yet sweet taste hit my tastebuds. I needed this

look over at him. His eyes were glued to the island, and his fingers were busy scratching the back of his head. He was

the mug down and gave him my full attention. Somehow I knew what he was talking about. “What

from the countertop and focuses on me. I try to act nonchalant. “I‘m sorry about yesterday. You were clearly upset and I made it worse

smile. “Honestly I had forgotten about it.” I didn‘t

for acting the way I did too. Just next time you want to invite

at all. I couldn‘t sleep lastnight knowing you were upset with me.” He scratches the back of his head and