PIPER
"Drama," Ashley whispers a bit too loudly as soon as the men are out of sight. "What did I interrupt?"
Everything.Ashley inconvenienced everyone here—Timofey most of all—and I'd bet everything I own that she never even thanked him.
Instead of saying that, I shrug. "I don't know. Sergey showed up pissed. He didn't fill me in on the details."
"Who is he to you?"
"Sergey?" I ask. "He's nothing to me. He's just Timofey's dad."
Ashley lowers her chin, wagging her brows suggestively at me. "What about Timofey? Who is he to you?"
No one.
My boss.
The man who makes my insides flutter and burn with anger at the very same time.
I shake my head. "I'd rather talk about why you have blood on your shirt."
Ashley gasps and pinches her shirt, pulling it away from herself so she can see. "I do? Where is—shit! I liked this shirt."
