katie's POV

Chapter 118

Katie's POV

He uncrosses his arms and straightens as if getting ready to leave while I suck in a long, tense breath.

“All right,” he says, appearing to be set on walking out when I speak again.

“Are you working?” I ask.

He swings his gaze to me.

“Are you working now?” I ask, suspecting that he is.

He could also be on his way to a different hotel room where he might fuck someone.

I don’t know what makes me think I’m an expert in reading Cephus Salla’s expressions.

I guess trying to avoid dangerous situations with my father has sharpened my perception.

It's a survival mechanism, I suspect. Trying to stay alive and telling the bad guys from the good guys.

I’m not an expert, but I rely on my budding intuition.

He doesn’t answer.

Or maybe he’s looking for an answer.

“Would you mind staying with me a little longer?” I ask in a wavering voice. “I have a hard time falling asleep.”

And that’s the truth.

These past twenty-four hours have been a rollercoaster. A race for survival. I’