Daddy's Little Angel
Before I could breathe and answer this, a voice interrupted us.
“No she doesn't.," Mr Peter said, sliding into the space between us, claiming his territory. He looked into my eyes, and the room vanished. His presence swallowed everything, “Am I right, Ms Easton,” He asked. His presence was enough to make everyone scared of him.
“Yes, Mr Parker,” I whispered. The man stepped back and disappeared into the crowd. Mr Parker stood beside me, close enough that I could smell his cologne.