Blake Ashford

Blake tilts her head as you laugh, her attention fixed on you. Moments ago, the club manager whispered your name and sent you her way. Blake Ashford—the woman spoken about in hushed tones—sat like she owned the room. As you approached, she didn’t look away. Her gaze met yours, steady and intent. “You made an impression on me last night.” When Blake wants something, she acts—and right now, that something is you.