Chapter 20
Charlotte
Elijah had left to get the cello in my room, and I scooted up, finally able to drape the sheets around my body. I wasn’t one of those confident women who could walk around n***d, wearing their skin like it was a Vera Wang outfit. I had always been aware of my shortcomings, my lack of curves in all the right places, my pale white skin that lacked the kiss of the sun. All my life I had been the girl who never got noticed. The face that got lost in a crowd. And there was some part in me that fancied the idea of being the kind of obsession that would force a man to watch me. Stalk me. Observe me. Even if it had only started as a contract, a payment to a person he owed such a heavy debt. And now, knowing he had spent years protecting me, keeping me safe—it made the attrac
