“Why don´t you and Michael, or the three of you, join us?" he invites, gesturing towards a darkened room.
“Thanks, Steve, but we already have plans for this evening," says Michael.
Thank God.
It occurs to me that I do not want my ´intense´ experience to be with these two.
Michael gives my arm a surreptitious squeeze, drawing me in my Master´s direction. Across the room, he is watching us carefully.
“Aw, c´mon," says Marcie, pawing at Michael. “It´ll be fun."
He politely steps back from her again, taking me with him. But the two follow us, crowding our space.
´Steve´ strokes my arm and I flinch. “I´d certainly like to get to know you better, Charlotte."
“Yes, Charlotte. We all want to know what it is you do, that keeps these two hooked..."
Who does this b***h think she is?
Michae
