More Than A Favor

More Than A Favor

Chapter 60

Menu

The medicine worked like a charm. The burning in my mouth eased up almost instantly, replacing the sharp pain with a cool, minty sensation.

By lunch, I could finally drink water without wincing, though I still had to be careful not to gulp it down too fast.

Still, actual food was off the table. All those spices, seasonings, and even the natural salt would just set my ulcers on fire again. Just thinking about it made my mouth throb.

“How about some risotto, Elaine? With steamed broccoll on the side?” Maya suggested, flipping through the menu trying to find something gentle enough for me. Her thoughtfulness was touching.

Knowing she needed her meat fix – girl couldn’t go a meal without it – I said, “Just risotto’s fine for me- order whatever you want. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Maya started to protest when Ashton walked up, his tall frame casting a shadow over our table. “Mind if I crash your lunch?”

Weird hearing such a casual phrase from such a serious guy. I was about to decline – still feeling awkward about the whole medicine thing from earlier, no matter how normal he’d played it off. Something about the memory of his fingers on my chin made my stomach do a little flip.

But Maya, total fangirl that she was, jumped in with an enthusiastic, “Sure! What would you like to order?”

“I’ll…” he glanced my way, his dark eyes lingering for a moment. “I’ll have what Ms. Hart’s having.”

Maya’s eyes went wide. “Just risotto? Nothing else? That can’t be enough!”

“Need something mild,” he pointed to his mouth, the gesture somehow both casual and precise. “Haven’t been drinking much water either.”

True enough. I’d noticed he barely touched his water bottle all morning.

“So you’re dehydrated too,” Maya noted, then muttered under her breath, “I’m the only one feeling fine. Makes me look like I’m slacking off.”

a light salad, and some grilled fish. The waiter seemed surprised at

be shy!” Maya pressed

with that deep,

him these past few days, I’d noticed he was more about action than talk. Every movement had purpose,

whispered urgently, “Should we get more?

was already uncomfortable, so I kept it brief. “He’s lean, not bulky. Probably watches what he

him washing his hair in that tank top. Those lean muscles

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came from actual work and discipline. The memory was more vivid than

bet he is, just wish I could see for myself,” Maya said, eyes gleaming like she was trying to x–ray

rip his shirt off – you’ll get a great view.” I tried to keep my tone light and teasing.

stay quiet for more than a few seconds before leaning in conspiratorially. “I think Mr.

some of it going down the wrong

not watching, how comfortable he is touching you,” Ma ya reached for my chin, mimicking Ashton’s earlier move. “He never gets that

my voice stern. “Looking to lose that bonus? Because this is

she protested, waving her hands defensively. “Work

It’s the perfect way to get back at Mr. Mercer.” Maya and

laughed, hoping to hide my discomfort.

practicality. “Besides, except for not being CEO, he beats Mr.

had taste, I had to

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with determination in her eyes,