Page 18 of Enthrall
“Did you study medicine at UCLA?” I said.
“Harvard.”
It was too late to pull back on impressed.
“That’s where I met Richard,” he said.
“What did he study?”
“I’ll let him tell you that.” He sat back. “He’s very private.”
“If I worked in a sex club so would I be.”
“I thought you wanted your job back? Enthrall isn’t a sex club.”
“Don’t people have sex there?”
“That would be illegal.”
I squinted at him, wondering if he’d dodged the truth.
“So you’re from Charlotte?” he said, and on my reaction added. “Lotte told me.”
“Yes.”
“Is your family there?”
“I have some cousins and a few other relatives.”
“So everyone else is here?”
“Um, my dad died in a motorcycle accident. My mom died a few years before.” I rested my hand on my chest to let him know I was fine with it all. “My step-mom’s here.”
“That’s pretty rough.”
“Not really. There are people worse off.”
“Like who?”
“Those people dying in the Sudan.”
He broke my gaze, his frown deepening.
“This is delicious.” I took another sip. “Thank you.”
His attention drifted to a customer at the register who argued with one of the young baristas about his wrong order. Cameron glowered at him and when the man caught it he shut up, took his drink, and left.
I blinked at Cameron, marveling at his ability to intimidate with merely a look.
“Where were we?” he said.
“Do you think Richard’s still angry with me?”
“No.”
A Chihuahua barked at us from the other side of the window. His owner threw us an apologetic wave and tried to get the mutt under control. Cameron chuckled and shared an amused smirk with me.
“Where do you live?” I said.
