“Um. No. You’re playing poker, doll.” Asher gives me an admonishing look. “Women should never serve men. It sets the wrong tone and we become complacent. I’ll order cookies. I know a place that makes these epic vegan, peanut butter things. I’ll get you one. You know, since you’re a model and likely don’t eat sugar or carbs.” I flip him off. “You’re a twat.” “But an endearing one, right?”
