Emilee
“What are you doing here?” I ask the second I open the door. I hadn't expected to see Chase on the other side of it. He never comes to my apartment.
What the hell is he thinking?
I'm only dressed in my goddamned PJ's.
“I wanted to see you. Can I come in?”
I nod and open the door wider. Chase walks in, and I close the door behind me.
He looks at me for a long moment. I feel self-conscious, and I wrap my arms around myself. I always feel so small when in his presence. He's 6.3, well over a foot taller than I am.
“I'm sorry about Zack. He should never have...”
“Don't.” I smile. “It's fine. He didn't say anything I haven't heard before. I am just a whor.e, after all.”
“Don't ever say that about yourself. You are not a whor.e, Emilee.”
“Then what am I, Chase? Just a dancer?
