Chapter: 36
They may have said their goodnights, but it wasn�t a goodbye.
Not for him. Not by a long shot.
Dorian felt the burn of a dark gaze on his skin, and he glanced up to find the man watching him, a puzzled expression on his face. He schooled it quickly, rearranging his features into a mask of neutral disinterest.
"Mr. Redthorne." The man offered a curt nod, then climbed into the backseat with Charlotte, shutting the door behind him.
It was only after the SUV vanished into a sea of taillights that Dorian realized he�d never actually introduced himself.
As much as she hated to admit it, Rudy�s ill-timed arrival was just the bucket of ice water to the crotch Charley needed. Tonight was a crazy fantasy, and she�d enjoyed every mouthwatering second of it, right up until the part where they nearly got mugged.
Even that felt like a fantasy�a blurry smudge of a story she could barely remember, no matter how hard she tried.
What was the point, anyway? Story time was over. Her clock had struck midnight, her stagecoach turned back into a pumpkin, and now Charley would return to reality, the man no more than a delicious memory of a life she could never have.
Resting her head against the tinted window, she closed her eyes and let the hum of the road vibrate through her skull, enjoying the last few minutes of silence before Rudy started up the inevitable third degree.
What do you mean, nada?
You didn�t find a single thing of value in that entire penthouse?
What�s wrong with you, Charlotte?
Are you sure you�re committed to this?
"What were you doing with Dorian Redthorne?"
The last question hadn�t come from inside her head, and Charley sat up, blinking away her thoughts. From the adjacent seat, Rudy stared at her, impatient and annoyed�his default setting.
"Who the fuck�s Dorian Redthorne?" she asked, but as soon as the name passed through her lips, she knew.
Her man. The formality in his mannerisms, the obvious money, the sheer power emanating from his every word and movement. Only a man like that would have a name like Dorian Redthorne.
She repeated it in her mind, the memory of his accent making her stomach lurch.
He still had her underwear, she realized suddenly. Stuffed into his pants pocket.
Biting back a smile at the image of him discovering them later, she turned back to the window, hoping her disinterest would send Rudy sniffing up another tree.
But he wouldn�t let it go.
"You�re telling me you spent the night with a man and never bothered asking his name?"
"I didn�t spend the night with anyone, Rudy. I�m here. With you. As usual." Then, tempering her tone, she waved her hand in front of her face like she was shooing a fly. "I didn�t get his name because he�s nobody�just some rich guy from the auction. We left at the same time, and he offered to walk me to the park."
Rudy glanced at his watch, a gold monstrosity that had probably cost more than a year�s worth of Sasha�s schoolbooks. "I may be old, kiddo, but I�m not blind."
"How do you know him?" JrNovels.com
Not for him. Not by a long shot.
Dorian felt the burn of a dark gaze on his skin, and he glanced up to find the man watching him, a puzzled expression on his face. He schooled it quickly, rearranging his features into a mask of neutral disinterest.
"Mr. Redthorne." The man offered a curt nod, then climbed into the backseat with Charlotte, shutting the door behind him.
It was only after the SUV vanished into a sea of taillights that Dorian realized he�d never actually introduced himself.
As much as she hated to admit it, Rudy�s ill-timed arrival was just the bucket of ice water to the crotch Charley needed. Tonight was a crazy fantasy, and she�d enjoyed every mouthwatering second of it, right up until the part where they nearly got mugged.
Even that felt like a fantasy�a blurry smudge of a story she could barely remember, no matter how hard she tried.
What was the point, anyway? Story time was over. Her clock had struck midnight, her stagecoach turned back into a pumpkin, and now Charley would return to reality, the man no more than a delicious memory of a life she could never have.
Resting her head against the tinted window, she closed her eyes and let the hum of the road vibrate through her skull, enjoying the last few minutes of silence before Rudy started up the inevitable third degree.
What do you mean, nada?
You didn�t find a single thing of value in that entire penthouse?
What�s wrong with you, Charlotte?
Are you sure you�re committed to this?
"What were you doing with Dorian Redthorne?"
The last question hadn�t come from inside her head, and Charley sat up, blinking away her thoughts. From the adjacent seat, Rudy stared at her, impatient and annoyed�his default setting.
"Who the fuck�s Dorian Redthorne?" she asked, but as soon as the name passed through her lips, she knew.
Her man. The formality in his mannerisms, the obvious money, the sheer power emanating from his every word and movement. Only a man like that would have a name like Dorian Redthorne.
She repeated it in her mind, the memory of his accent making her stomach lurch.
He still had her underwear, she realized suddenly. Stuffed into his pants pocket.
Biting back a smile at the image of him discovering them later, she turned back to the window, hoping her disinterest would send Rudy sniffing up another tree.
But he wouldn�t let it go.
"You�re telling me you spent the night with a man and never bothered asking his name?"
"I didn�t spend the night with anyone, Rudy. I�m here. With you. As usual." Then, tempering her tone, she waved her hand in front of her face like she was shooing a fly. "I didn�t get his name because he�s nobody�just some rich guy from the auction. We left at the same time, and he offered to walk me to the park."
Rudy glanced at his watch, a gold monstrosity that had probably cost more than a year�s worth of Sasha�s schoolbooks. "I may be old, kiddo, but I�m not blind."
"How do you know him?" JrNovels.com
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