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mighty guy
here to see you,” he said before walking away from the door. Lucas
hoped that was the last he would see of the man. He couldn’t
understand how she could feel safe with him nearby.
    Lucas heard a door creaking open
somewhere in the house and then Amy was standing before him. There
were no other words to describe the look she gave him other than
horrified. She looked like a deer caught in the hairs of a crossbow
and he knew that she would rather sink through the floor than stand
there in the filthy house and speak to him.
    Amy felt her heart pounding. She was
sure that he could see it through the thin shirt she was wearing.
How had he found the place? She was sure that he was horrified that
she could live in such horrible conditions but she’d been willing
to do anything and everything to get through school, even if that
meant sleeping in a place she wouldn’t want to even give to an
animal for shelter.
    Lucas would’ve found humor at Amy’s
look any other time but with her standing in the filthy house with
that disgusting man nearby made all traces of humor wash away. He
wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and remove
her from the house. She was far too vulnerable and naïve to survive
in such an environment.
    “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Lucas asked between clenched teeth.
    “ Mr. Anderson, how did you
find this place? I’m only here temporarily, I swear. I’ll be moving
into those apartments in just a couple of weeks,” she sounded
anxious.
    “I made a few phone calls. You were in
such a hurry to get away from me last night you left your purse in
my car,” he replied. She looked down and noticed him holding her
purse.
    Amy reached out to take the purse from
him but he held it back and then he finally stepped inside the
doorway. She backed away from him, avoiding physical contact. “Mr.
Anderson, there’s really no need for you to come inside. I
appreciate you bringing me my purse but I was just getting ready to
step out.” She wouldn’t make eye contact with him and he could
barely stop himself from grabbing hold of her chin and forcing her
head up to meet his gaze.
    “Let’s get your coat. We need to have a
talk,” was all he said in response to her. Those words finally made
her look up and some color came back into her washed out face.
Good, he thought, he would much rather see her angry than
embarrassed or defeated.
    “You may be my boss Monday through
Friday, Mr. Anderson, but the weekends are mine to do as I please,”
she heatedly stated. “You can see yourself out.” She turned towards
her room expecting him to leave.
    She didn’t know him well if she thought
he could be dismissed so easily. He quietly followed her into her
room and shut the door behind them both. She turned around at the
sound of the door shutting and glared furiously at him.
    “You just don’t listen, do you?” she
shouted. “I told you I have things to get done today. I’m more than
willing to let you be the boss during the week but my personal
time’s my own and I don’t owe you any explanations,” she finished,
losing some steam.
    Lucas barely even heard her words. Her
room was almost homey. He didn’t think there was one speck of dust
anywhere in there. It was small, very small. His walk in closet was
bigger than her room but he was impressed with how neat and tidy
everything was.
    She had a wire hanging up against the
far wall with clothing hanging on it, some of which was going to
give him more sleepless nights. She also had some sort of bucket in
the corner with laundry soap next to it. On the other wall was a
small dresser with a little fridge and burner on top of it. The
walls were painted a nice shade of lavender.
    In the middle of the room, just a
couple feet in front of him, stood her twin sized bed. It was made
up with a very appealing quilt on top. The bed seemed to be sitting
on some sort of blocks.
    He could see that she’d put
some real effort and time into