"Now, tell me more about you. You're an artist, obviously."
She nodded, not even tasting the food she put in her mouth. The steak smelled delicious and was so tender she could cut it with her fork. But the moment she put it on her tongue, the taste didn't register. She was too preoccupied with Ash, and the proposition he'd put before her.
"Are you able to make a living at it?" he asked.
It was a personal question, but then Ash didn't seem the sort of man who worried too much about propriety or boundaries.
