When he said that he had an offer, I held my breath. I knew I wouldn’t like it. And I knew my life was about to get even harder. That’s what happens when you dance with the devil. And there he was, the devil with his inviting hand stretched out.
He leaned against a piano, fingers tapping the lid. The room was quiet except for the ticking of some hidden clock.
“You do? Oh, that’s nice. I think you deserve your space. Like a breather, right? To cool your head. That’s very important. I hope he treats you well. Tell me, it’s Detective Valentine? First date?”
My stomach dropped.
It felt like I couldn't get away from this man. His dealings felt like a spider web, stretching from everywhere, sticking to my fingers. I stood and went for the door.
“I’ll get back to you.” Was all I managed to
