That Asher is really there, and Irish can't help but grimace.
He's inside her condominium unit right now. To add to that, she's handcuffed to her headboard because she thought it'd be an interesting idea.
Woe is her life, indeed. Double woe.
All of the sudden, a shadow blocked the light from the hall – and there Asher stood in all his badass glory. He's wearing leather tonight, which definitely isn't good for this kind of situation. Yet, at that moment, all Irish can do is try to calm her erratically beating heart.
"Well, well, well. Look what the big bad cat dragged in," she attempted to sass him while he spread a smug smirk and leaned against the doorframe.
She could not and would not let him have the upper hand here. Currently, though, she only has one hand per se.
"This big bad cat is here to save your backside," he sassed back, greatly amused.
