The knock came again.
Ashley scrambled off Lorenzo's lap, her hands flying over her hair and dress in a panic to arrange herself. Her eyes darted everywhere but him.
Lorenzo found her reaction amusing, but he didn't dare laugh.
"You sit there calmly and act like nothing happened, do you understand?" she warned, still avoiding his gaze as she hurried toward the door.
He watched her in quiet amusement as she took a breath and opened it.
"Are you okay?" her assistant asked immediately, trying to step inside, but Ashley didn't move from the doorway.
"Yeah… I think I dozed off," she said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. She just hoped she didn't sound ridiculous—or worse, smell like a damn pornstar.
"Oh. Sorry to disturb your rest. I just wanted to drop this off." Claire held out a document. Through the small gap in the door, her eyes caught Lorenzo crossing the room, but she didn't react.
"I'll take it. Thanks."
