"She's just a kid." I stared at him hard.
"Her file says she's over 18. Though it doesn't specify her exact age." Steve had the good grace to look uncomfortable.
"Look. The girl has been sheltered her entire life. Her mother basically gave her over to the studio handlers. We've tried to regain some control over it but it's been hard." "Over it? Don't you mean her?" "Right. Of course. I meant the situation." Steve flushed in embarrassment. His words rang hollow and we both knew it. I turned away in disgust.
My eyes were drawn to the slender form dancing at the front of the room. The dance moves were seductive but somehow the performance didn't look crass. It could have been if someone else were performing them. But Trista moved with an unconscious grace.
She was definitely not a kid.
Not with those curves. I shook my head. No wonder some psychopath was obsessed with her. This guy was not a garden-variety psycho either. Once I'd signed the confidentiality papers, I'd gotten way more info than I wanted.
