Soon, we pulled up in front of my apartment building.
"I'll get it," Curt said to the driver when he started to open his door.
The driver nodded.
Curt got out and opened my car door a moment later, extending his hand.
I smiled as I took it and let him escort me to the door. He started to follow me inside the building, but I stopped him. "Curt, I don't think this is going to work."
His eyebrows pulled together in concern. "What? Our seeing each other, or doing business together?"
"Seeing each other," I clarified as I looked away, and then back again. "I'm sorry, but this just doesn't feel right. I think you need a different kind of woman than I am. Someone who will go along with what you want or stand up to you. But I'm just not that woman."
He nodded. "I see," he said as he stepped
