CHAPTER 47

  Christopher's POV

  I stepped into my penthouse, Ashley trailing behind me like a shadow. The party had left a sour taste in my mouth, and I needed something stronger to wash it away.

  "Make yourself at home," I muttered, heading straight for the bar.

  I poured myself a generous helping of scotch, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal tumbler. Ashley sidled up next to me, her perfume tickling my nostrils.

  "Mind if I join you, Mr. Wallace?"

  I shrugged, sliding the bottle her way. "Knock yourself out."

  We moved to the living room, the city lights twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I sank into the plush leather couch, loosening my tie with one hand while nursing my drink with the other.

  Ashley sat beside me, her fingers brushing lightly against my thigh. "So," she started, her voice smooth, "what's the deal with you and Samantha? You two like enemies or something?"