He was a veritable maritime overlord, yet this woman hadn't even bothered to find out who he was. She saw a handsome face, lost her mind, and now her little flirtation had landed her in hot water.
"Alright, that's enough. You're going to laugh your jaw off," Ashlyn Paige huffed, slapping the table irritably.
She looked back at Seraphina Ashworth and grabbed her sleeve. "Darling, you have to help me this time. Go talk to that hateful man and tell him to get rid of that... that stupid wanted notice. Damn it, I haven't had a peaceful night's sleep in days! You know how important beauty sleep is for a woman. If I don't sleep well, I'll age faster, and then I'll have no energy, and then..."
The frantic, endless rambling was starting to give Seraphina Ashworth a headache. 'This is worse than a monk's sermon,' she thought, quickly cutting her off. "I have an idea."
"What idea?" Ashlyn Paige's eyes lit up.
