Chapter Eleven
chapter eleven
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CAIN
Charlie doesn’t trust me.
Though she kept her face carefully controlled, she couldn’t hide the hard look in those eyes as we stood in her new apartment.
I should have warned Ginger against telling her that I owned the building. Fuck , I wish no one had ever found out to begin with! I know what I look like, having several of my dancers live there. And now Charlie, too.
Still, I’m relieved that she’s questioning my motives. That tells me she’s smart and less likely to get taken advantage of. I thought about swinging by her apartment after finishing up with China but decided against it. Ginger’s there, anyway. I asked her to stay—to help Charlie get settled in but, more importantly, to make sure she’s really okay after what happened earlier today.
I’ll get to see her again tonight, anyway.
I grit my teeth against the unwanted excitement that goes along with that thought.