“Leonard, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t want to be a bother and…”
I look down at my empty plate, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
“As you well know, I don’t have enough money to pay you back for everything you’ve… provided for me. It’s better if I go home and…”
“Don’t even think about being alone for a single second without me.”
Our eyes meet.
My heart skips a beat.
“No… it isn’t necessary to go this far. I…”
“You were attacked by a disgusting son of a b***h who worked for me. In my building. In my office.” His nostrils flare, and his hands clench into fists. “He touched you. He touched you too much. And if it’s up to me, that was the last time he touched you.”
My eyes burn.
I don’t want to talk about it.
I feel dirty.
Too dirty.
I can still feel thos
