Ashley gasped as she read the message, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might burst from her chest.
Without a second thought, she grabbed a jacket to throw over her long robe, though it barely did enough to cover her trembling body.
She rushed out of her room, her bare feet barely making a sound on the floor as adrenaline propelled her forward.
A man was waiting for her in the corridor, standing silently as if he had known she would come.
Without a word, he led her through the winding hallways, guiding her with quiet precision toward Ross's room.
Ashley's breath came in ragged gasps, half-run, half-walk, each step making her robe shift and cling in ways that left little to the imagination.
Her chest heaved noticeably, her heart racing as much from urgency as from desire, and she couldn't help the way her body betrayed her anxiety.
Finally, they arrived. The door opened, and Ashley stepped inside, eyes wide, trying to steady herself.
