Valentine followed the girl into her apartment, stopping in the hallway after her. He took his jacket off, and the cold along with it the toed off his shoes.
“No.” The Commander agreed quickly with a narrow smile. Valentine had spent some time in here prior and with plenty of his watchmen going through Charlotte’s things looking for just about anything that could be used against her and her family. “I’m not here to do a search and even if I was I’d need a warrant to make whatever I find here legal in court. I think your lawyer is very familiar with that loophole.”
This too was a loophole. At any other time, he could be a man of the law, even here, but not now. Now could be absolved if it wasn’t put on record, then who can tell it ever happened.
His brows tipped up a little as if to ask if she had any more questions to ask, any more fears that he could shake off. “Show me your living room, then make something you prefer to drink when it’s cold. Tea, cocoa, coffee – anything. Then come and kneel by my side when you’re done.”
Lottie could see the moment he understood her reservations and she knew as well as he did that Spencer would tear strips off him if he attempted to bring any charges based on this visit. She gave a slight shake of her head at the unspoken question, in some respects she was quite happy to be at home and when he finally left she didn’t have to face some awkward journey back to her house and not quite feeling 100%.
“My living room is just down here at the end of the hallway,” she said as she lead the way. Opening the door she let him in and paused for a moment before nodding as if to confirm the request and left again. Hanging up her coat and taking off her own shoes as she reached the hooks in the hallway she grabbed her purse and took it with her to the kitchen. Putting on some milk to heat up for cocoa she checked her phone and then busied herself with preparing the two drinks. Lottie places the mugs on a tray and since she hadn’t eaten since lunch and doubted he had either she put some cookies on a plate too before she carried the tray through.
“Here you go…. Do you need sugar?….. I didn’t bring any….. Do you want some?….. I brought cookies though.” Each time she went to kneel she remembered something else and jumped back up, her desire to do this right and please him suddenly making her uncharacteristically nervous.
Lottie's wild adventure 