Page 25 of Daddy's Little Charmer
Christian chuckled and continued to eat. He watched her push her half-full plate away from her as he continued to eat. He pointed to her plate with his fork.
“Are you sure you’re done, Baby?”
Harmony nodded. “Yes. It was delicious, but I couldn’t take another bite.”
Harmony glanced around the room again as Christian finished his meal.
“May I have a to-go container, please?” Harmony asked the waitress when she stopped by to check on them.
“What are you going to do with that?” Christian asked.
Harmony smiled. “I’m going to drop it off at a neighbor’s place.”
Christian scowled. “Who?”
“There’s an old schoolteacher who lives in my building. She’s the sweetest thing in the world, but she can’t get around like she used to, so I try to help her out. She will love this.”
Christian reached for her hand. “She might be sweet, but you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
Christian grinned when Harmony blushed.
“The guys told me how you take care of people.”
Harmony shrugged. “I try. I wish I could do more.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I’d want to make Mrs. Owens’s life easier. She has some minor health issues and lives on a very limited budget. She has no family that I know of, so I’ve kind of adopted her,” she said and grinned.
Christian shook his head. “Anyone else?”
“There’s this woman who lives in the building…”
“The prostitute?”
Harmony looked at him in shock. “The guys told you?”
“Yeah, they told me everything. Some things we’ll have to discuss, like the shirt you wear at night and parade around in the morning.”
Harmony rolled her eyes. “Well, yes, I’m talking about the prostitute. But she’s very nice, and she’s been protective of me since I moved in.”
“How do you want to help her?”
Harmony shrugged. “I’m not sure she would let me help or the best way to help, but I’d get her a bus ticket to her sister’s in Ohio, a few outfits, and maybe take her to the station. She’s talked about going, but money and her pimp are holding her back.”
“Has the pimp talked to you?” he asked with an edge to his tone.
“At first, but something happened to make him back off. I suspect it was Sunny and some guys in the neighborhood, but she won’t tell me.”
Christian grunted and shook his head. “Sunny?”
“The prostitute. Her real name is Theresa. She says as long as she’s stuck in the neighborhood, she won’t use her real name. I don’t even think Porter, the pimp, knows her real name.”
Christian held up his hand for the waitress again.
She came and put Harmony’s food in a container and started picking up the used dishes.
“Can I get you another drink or dessert?” the waitress asked.
