15: The Invitation

"Devon!" I say breathlessly with my hand over my erratic heart. "You scared the shit out of me!"

"Close the door," he commands.

I do as he says. "What are you doing here in the dark? You're trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?" I set my bag down on the couch. "How'd you even get in here?" I glance back at the door. "Did you pick the lock?"

He gives me a once-over. I can guess how I must look in this satin red gown. "Where were you tonight?"

My face grows bright red. I don't know if I'm embarrassed, ashamed or angry. A bit of all three, I think. "With Ethan Keller at a strip club. And before you ask, yes, this old man groped my breasts and caressed my thighs. And put his hand over my crotch. I did everything I had to do. I followed your orders."

This appears to make him mad. "My orders? I never told you to do anything like that."

"No, you just told me to do everything they wanted me to do and that's what I did, Devon." My voice cracks towards the end. I want to cry, but I hold