Chapter 4 Afraid

" Please go away, Leah. I don't want to talk to anyone," Charisa's muffled voice came through the door, thick with her tears.

Leah looked back at Tyler but he nodded, waving his hand to urge her to continue.

" Charisa, there's a man here to see you," Leah said.

The door swung open and Charisa appeared, her face streaked with tears and fire in her eyes. Tyler felt a great deal of respect for her suddenly, and felt very badly for anyone that earned that ire. He thought she could have a fiery temper, one she might not even be aware of.

" I'll gouge out that bastard's eyes if it's him," Charisa said before her eyes had a chance to survey the room. When they fell on Tyler, some of the fire pulled back, though he noticed it did not withdraw completely. "Who is that?"

" He's one of the guests," Leah said. "He wanted to make sure you were okay."

Charisa stood there and studied Tyler before turning back to her friend. "Tell him I'll be fine."

" Can I speak to you for a few minutes?" Tyler took a step forward.

Leah looked from Tyler to Charisa, and he could see the helplessness in her eyes. She had duties to attend to and could not be playing referee between them.

Charisa sighed and placed a hand on Leah's shoulder. "It's fine. You get back up before you get into trouble too."

Leah hesitated, looked between the two of them again. She finally nodded. "You find me before you go, okay?"

" I will. Thank you." Charisa gave Leah a hug. She released her and Leah walked past Tyler, giving him a careful look that he read very well. Charisa had a bad enough day, and he did not need to make it worse.

As Leah walked out of the cabin, Tyler turned his attention to the young woman before him as she stepped out of her room. She wore only the simple black dress common to all of the staff. The white apron had been discarded somewhere, either in her room or thrown aside as she fled the shameful scene.

" You have a good friend. Have the two of you known each other a long time?" Tyler was curious about this young woman. The media had painted her as the aloof princess of a sinister financial king, carefully keeping herself out of the direct light of the media. He was not seeing that here. He was seeing something vastly different.

" Just a few days. Leah is a real gem, though." Charisa tilted her head to one side. "What are you doing here?"

Tyler gave a small laugh. "You're not going to ask who I am?"

Charisa shook her head. "I know who you are. Your face shows up in almost every magazine, usually some story about a broken-hearted girl or a large playboy party."

Tyler brought his hand up to his chest and feigned injury. "You wound me. But that's fair enough. I won't lie. I know who you are too."

Charisa frowned deeply. "Here to gloat then?"

A sharp pain stabbed through Tyler's chest and he was surprised to feel it. He was not sure why he felt so much sympathy for this young woman. She was attractive. Her dark hair and bright, blue eyes would be enough to captivate any man. Something else had drawn him in, however. He just wished that he could put his finger on what it was.

" No," Tyler said simply. "I really did want to make sure you were okay. Do you know what you're going to do?"

Charisa shook her head. "I can't go back down to New York. My face is still all over the television. I guess I get to hope that the few days of pay I have here is enough to fly me out to Los Angeles."

" You don't have anyone that can help you out?" Tyler felt very badly for her now.

He knew from the news reports that her father's assets had all been seized. He never imagined that it would leave her destitute. He wondered if anyone had bothered to care about that.

" I talked to my mother. She's working as a waitress and trying to get into acting. She barely has enough money to pay her bills." Charisa paused. "Why am I tell you this?"

Why am I about to do what I'm about to do? Tyler was glad to see that at least both of them were behaving in ways they did not understand. She had an excuse. She was under duress. He had no idea what his excuse was, but he knew he would not be able to stop himself now.

" Would you like to spend the rest of the week here with me, as my guest?" Tyler asked.

Charisa's look of shock made him smile. "What?"

Tyler took in a deep breath and let it out. "I'm not sure why your supervisor was so hard on you, but I'm sure that you did not have it coming. A few broken cups is not worth risking a sexual harassment lawsuit. You don't have anywhere else to go right now. So, take a few days to figure it out.

Maybe you and your mother will be able to work out something. In the meantime, enjoy the resort as a guest where your old boss can't touch you. As for Mr. Worthington, have the best revenge you can have on him."

Charisa crossed her arms. "What's that?"

" Show him that it had no ill effect on you. Show him that you're over it and moved on. People who do things like that; they thrive on knowing the chaos they've caused."

Tyler watched Charisa carefully as she considered his proposal. She was wary, and he did not blame her. He knew how quickly people in his own circles could turn if the sensed weakness or unattractive controversy. He did not expect that people in hers would be any different.

She finally uncrossed her arms and gave him a square look, setting her shoulders even. "What's the catch?"

Tyler shook his head. "No catch. You'll have to stay with me, but I have one of the luxury cabins, so you'll have your own room. No expectations, except that you'll accompany me and keep me company. That's all."

Charisa continued to study him carefully. Finally, her stance relaxed. "Okay. I'll accept your invitation."

Tyler nodded. "Good. Do you have street clothes?"

Charisa laughed. "Nothing worthy of a place like this."

" Then I'll add one more caveat to this deal. Allow me to take you into town for a shopping trip."

Charisa nodded. Tyler sat down to wait for her to gather her things. This was a quaint and small cabin. He wondered if she had a chance to see the luxury guest cabins yet, and what she would make of them.

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Charisa held her shopping bags in her hand as she followed Tyler up the walkway to the large cabin. Large picture windows dominated the façade, glowing through their translucent white shades. He carried her suitcase and occasionally made as though to be bearing too heavy of a weight. She could only laugh at that.

Tyler Conroy the man was nothing like the man in so many magazine articles that she and her sorority sisters read. She thought he could have his arrogant side, and occasionally as he took her through the shops in town, she saw it, typically, when he put down a dress or outfit because he felt the price tag was too low. Mostly, he was normal, if somewhat impulsive in taking her on as his guest.

He opened the door to the cabin and held it for her to walk in.

It opened immediately to the main room, open with a vaulted ceiling. A large fireplace dominated it with a couch and two oversized chairs set in front of it. A wide high definition television hung above the fireplace and a full entertainment system sat to the left side. Along the left wall stood a bar and to her right the room opened to a dining room and a kitchen. Charisa wondered if it saw use at all and wondered at its inclusion.

A stairway led up in front of her, dividing the mysterious kitchen from the rest of the downstairs. Tyler closed the door behind them and led her up the stairs. To her right another large living area was set up with balcony rails do that it looked down below them. Beyond it was a hall with three doors. Tyler guided her to one and invited her to set down her things. A double bed sat in this room and a elegant dresser. She set her bags down beside the door as Tyler set her suitcase down by the dresser.

" There's a bathroom right across the hall from you. If you don't like this bed, you can try the one in the room next to you. My room is at the end of the hall. I don't know if you do your own laundry. If you do, the French doors in the hall have a small washer and dryer behind them. You can also set your laundry in the bins outside for staff to pick up. It's your choice, but I do my own laundry."

Charisa blinked her eyes. "You do your own laundry?" She tried to imagine this man measuring out detergent and could not imagine it.

" My housekeeper at home taught me after I ruined my own clothes at another resort. I've had bad luck with staff losing my things."

Charisa wondered if his items were lost or taken. Most of the staff here were honest and hardworking, but she supposed that anyone could be tempted to take something that belonged to someone famous. "I suppose you cook too."

Tyler shook his head. "No, that's never a pretty sight. I hoped you did, actually."

Charisa laughed and shook her head. "My cooking is part of our sorority's hazing ritual." She watched as he gave her a dubious look, tilting his head to one side. "I'm serious. I once boiled the coating out of a pan."

Tyler leaned against the doorframe, his look becoming quickly serious and contemplative. "It's not fair, you know."

" I know. I have to be more careful with pots." Charisa wanted the levity. The look in his eyes unsettled her.

" I'm serious. It's fine that the Feds want to make sure your father pays back the money that he's taken. That's good. They can't take away his ability to care for the people he's responsible for. That punishes you for something you didn't do."

Charisa swallowed hard. She did not like the look in Tyler's eyes right now. It made her want to probe and want to understand the depth of empathy that he had in this moment. She did not want to do that. He was being nice to do this for her, but she did not want to complicate things any more than they were already complicated for her.

" Right," Tyler pushed himself from the doorframe. "You've had a busy day, so I'll let you rest. I'll wake you up in the morning and we can go and enjoy brunch and some horseback riding if you like."

" Horseback riding would be nice," Charisa said. "Thank you again."

Tyler smiled as he turned to the hall. "Thank you for accepting my invitation."

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The young boy stood in front of the blazing fire, his eyes picking up the orange flames, reflecting them back to the world. Tears streamed down his soot-covered face and when he coughed, he sounded congested and full of smoke. Inside, in the flames, was everything he ever knew and understood to be love, compassion, and order. He could not understand what was happening, or why Nana uttered apologies as she tried to clean the soot from his face.

Charisa sat up in bed and took in a deep breath. Vivid dreams did not come on often, but when they did, they always left her feeling strange, as though she were coming back into her own body. It was, she thought, the effect of her mind moving from its dream reality back into the real world.

The dream bothered her, and as her day played back in her mind and she remembered where she was, she understood why.

She had found the story by chance. Her ex-boyfriend had a playboy magazine sitting on his bed, and she flipped through to the life story of Tyler Conroy, as promised on the cover, while he played on his game console. When Tyler was five years old, his mother had set fire to their home. She had drugged her husband and her son's nanny. She spread kerosene through the house, then over herself and her husband, lighting the both of them on fire.

As the fire spread, Tyler's cries somehow managed to wake the groggy nanny, who stumbled out of the inferno, holding the crying child.

The image in her dream was an image from the magazine article, a picture that had been taken of the boy as he stood watching the inferno that had been his home. He said in the interview for the article that he did not really remember the day, but it still influenced his life.

His mother suffered from mental illness, untreated because both her family and his father had considered the idea of mental illness to be shameful, something that others faced, not them. Tyler had inherited his father's fortune, and when he was old enough to decide a direction for it, created a foundation to encourage the treatment and de-stigmatization of mental illness.

How could she have forgotten such a terrible, tragic story? Charisa put her head in her hands and began crying.

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Charisa followed Tyler up to the main estate house, where brunch waited for them. She wondered what Mr. Graven would make of her being there, or Leah for that matter. She thought about Chloe, who had gotten her the job to begin with. She hoped that Chloe was not told about what had happened. She hated to think that she would be made to regret helping her.

Brunch was a pleasant affair, full of conversation. They sat at a large table with other resort guests and engaged in polite conversation.

A few of the people at her table knew who Charisa was, but none of them seemed to think her situation warranted more than a passing acknowledgement. She was happy for that. She noticed a glare from Mr. Graven. When he attempted to come to the table, Tyler rose and pulled him aside quickly. Charisa did not know what was said exactly, only that it began with, "before you embarrass yourself."

After brunch, they followed the other guests out to the veranda. There was no rain today, and the early afternoon was quickly growing warm. Charisa followed Tyler through the crowd of people as he walked the direction of the stables.

Mr. Worthington backed up, separating her from Tyler and almost causing Charisa to run into him. He turned, startled, and gave her a kindly smile. "My apologies miss. My son was just clowning around as boys are want to do."

" That's okay, Mr. Worthington," Charisa said carefully.

Mr. Worthington blinked his eyes and gave Charisa a broader smile. "Well, I'm afraid you have me at a loss. You know me, but I don't know you."

Charisa smiled, feeling strange and light. After the huge scene the day before, he did not even recognize her face. She supposed that in the world Mr. Worthington inhabited, it was impossible that a woman who was a servant the day before could be a guest today.

She supposed he had never seen Cinderella.

" I'm afraid I'll have to leave it that way," Charisa said. She glided past Mr. Worthington before he could stay anything else. Tyler had stopped and turned. He was now waiting on her, his look quickly becoming confused as she walked up to him.

" What happened?" he asked.

" I just bumped into Mr. Worthington," Charisa said and decided to laugh. "He didn't even recognize me."

Tyler blinked his eyes and tilted his head. Charisa continued on to the steps that led down from the veranda.

The stables were ahead, and she wanted to smell the fresh hay and the horses. Mr. Worthington did not think enough of the day to even realize she and the servant he tried to molest were the same person.

If he could not be bothered, she supposed she did not need to either. The thought of putting the incident behind her lightened her step. After weeks of being remembered, a single moment of being forgotten was bliss.