I haven’t even worked for him for a month yet. People die for less. The other week Dad almost died for ten grand.
 
 He gets closer, face contorting at my words and I actually think he might hit me.
 
 I very nearly think he will because he looks exactly like a man I should be scared of, but instead he presses his forehead to mine.
 
 “No…doll,” he says breathlessly and I hate the way his skin feels against mine. “You’re right. You wouldn’t know me. Don’t do it… Don’t feel for me. Don’t.”
 
 Before I can answer, he moves away and leaves me.
 
 I stare after him and watch him drive away.
 
 The angst of everything has taken me whole. I’m thinking of everything.
 
 Last night and everything.
 
 Don’t feel for me…
 
 I shouldn’t.
 
 I know that. I could write down a million things that all warn me away.
 
 The only problem with that is, it’s too late.
 
 Last night happened with all its warnings but I’m caught in a trap.
 
 It’s too late.
 
 I shouldn’t want him, but I do.