Chapter 10

RULE #9: DRESSING LIKE A HOOKER COMES IN HANDY.

Presh

"I was only trying to protect you," he mumbles quietly on the drive home.

"What?"

I can't stop picking at the chipped black polish on my nails since that incident in the red room. I hate how naive I feel. I hate how controlling Musa is and how small I am in his presence when he tells me what to do. And dammit, I want him to acknowledge that.

"You have to be careful around those guys, especially Deshan." His eyes glance over my body, and I realise he's referring to my scandalous outfit.

"Is he bad?" I ask, knowing full well I have no interest in him. He was handsome beyond words, but he just didn't feel like my type. Of course, after Bandi, I'm not quite sure I know what my type is.

"Deshan isn't bad at all. He's a good friend, but he'll sleep with anything that moves and you're too young, Precious."

I clench my jaw and turn away. "If you're going to keep treating me like a child, then you really shouldn't have hired me."

When I glance back, I spot the muscles of his jaw clench in time with mine. We stay quiet for the rest of the drive. After he pulls into the garage, he climbs out and turns toward me.

"Have you spoken to Bandi lately?"

I catch his expression over the top of the car, and I see a hint of desperation on his face. "I saw him at the mall yesterday."

His eyebrows lift, and his spine straightens. "How was he?"