Chapter Five
Sutton
I’m turned away from the Den, my hands into my pockets, head down. The night is caught somewhere between rain and clear. Beads of moisture gather on the sleek black fabric of my suit. Fog mutes the sound of my dress shoes on pavement.
The entire world narrows to the woman behind me. A kiss.
Leave. Walk away. Don’t f**k a girl that broken.
I know about the underbelly of Tanglewood. And I know better than to think I can solve problems that thick. A few Benjamins aren’t going to change her life. But there’s a difference between not helping her and actively using her. Touching her, even the lightest brush of my fingertip across her cheek, would cross a line.
She doesn’t want to be here. There are women who choose s*x work without a dark history but none of them do it
