I really don’t want this man knowing where I live. I don’t even want to walk down an empty road with him.
“I can go by myself.” I take a step back. He studies me, and I see a flicker of interest in his eyes. I don’t like that. “You’re not from Oakrest, are you?”
His lips curve. “No. I’m Noah’s assistant, Orlando.”
“I see. I didn’t know he had an assistant. I’ll be heading back now.”
I don’t give him an opportunity to respond. I quickly pick up my bag and hurry out of the clearing. I have no desire to return home, but I have a feeling Orlando might follow me to make sure I go to my apartment. I don’t know why, but it feels like he’s suspicious of me. Then again, it’s not as if I trust him, either.
It takes me twenty minutes to reach my apartment, and as soon as I enter the building, I
