"Maybe you should go home, Charlie," Miles told her. "You shouldn't have to watch this."

"Relax, Miles," Charlie insisted. "We're all mature adults here, right? Besides, if I leave, then who will you complain to about having to see Bass naked? I thought that was my whole job description… Listening to you complain and keeping you company."

Miles wasn't sure which was worse, having watched the photo shoot the two of them had done together or that he still had to make it through Bass's nude shoot with Charlie in the room.

Bass had at least started with a robe on, but when the shoot started it was time for him to remove it and Charlie was still there. As the robe came off, Miles moved to block Charlie's view with one hand in front of her eyes.

"You're too innocent to see this," he insisted.

"So you're just going to stand like this for the entire thing?" Charlie asked him as she stretched her neck up a little to peek over her uncle's hand.

"Yes." Miles told her without hesitation. "…Maybe."

"You do realize that you're making a bigger deal out of this than he is, right?" She questioned as she looked back over at her uncle with a smirk.

"Fine? You want to be traumatized by the sight?" He asked her. "Your choice."

With that, he moved his hand out of the way and stuffed it into his pocket as hes tried to pretend that he didn't notice his niece taking a good look at his naked best friend and seeming less than traumatized by it. At least Bass seemed to have finally given up on hitting on Charlie, for the time being anyways.

"I need a drink," Miles muttered.

When the shoot ended, Bass didn't seem to be in any rush to put his clothes back on as he walked over to where Charlie was sitting with Miles. He shot her a smirk as Miles glared at him from behind her and tried to hold himself back from throwing up.

Bass leaned over, as if he intended to try to kiss Charlie, but she put an abrupt stop to that when she reached with one hand to shove his face away and shook her head as she told him, "Go put some clothes on."

As Bass turned to walk away, and Charlie may or may not have watched him go, Miles questioned, "How did you get him to listen to you?"

"Easy. He doesn't listen to you because he doesn't want to get into your pants," she responded with a smirk.

"That's a good thing," Miles insisted.

Bass came back a few minutes later, fully dressed, and grinned over at Charlie and Miles.

Charlie smiled back, glad that Bass had thrown some clothes back on for the time being. As he stopped next to her, she stretched upwards to bring her lips to his.

"No… This is not happening," Miles complained.

Charlie let out a small laugh as she quickly pulled back.

"Calm down, Miles," Bass told him. "She was telling me to put more clothes on, not to take them off. And I didn't even get any tongue."

Miles turned to face Charlie before pointing out, "You chose to kiss that. Just think about that for a second."

"Yeah, I can't believe it either," she admitted with a smirk.

Miles wasn't smiling though as he turned to Bass and questioned, "How many times did I tell you that Charlie's off-limits?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to be keeping track," Bass responded, seeming much more amused with the situation than the other man was.

"I don't need you protecting me," Charlie pointed out to her uncle. "I can look after myself."

Miles clearly didn't seem to think so though, since Charlie came home to find that he had called her mother about what was going on.

That much became abundantly clear when Rachel immediately rushed over to go into a full-blown lecture, both repeating and adding on to the original speech she had given Charlie before she had started working with Bass.

"What were you thinking, Charlie?" Her mother demanded as she finally finished her speech about just how bad of an idea having anything to do with Bass was.

"Relax. He's not that bad," Charlie insisted. "Besides, all I did was kiss him. It's not like I jumped into bed with him."

"You're not doing anything with him anymore, Charlie," Rachel told her.

"That's not you're decision to make," Charlie pointed out.

"If you want to keep living under my roof, then you're not going anywhere near him," Rachel threatened.

"Fine. Just give me a second to grab some clothes and then I'm out of here."

Charlie pushed her way out of the kitchen before her mother could argue and headed towards her room. She quickly stuffed the bare necessities into a bag before turning and heading for the door.

She knew that she couldn't go to Miles' place, since he was the one who had ratted her out and he'd probably tell her mother where she was, so that left one clear choice to her.

"What? You just couldn't stay away?" Bass questioned with a grin when Charlie showed up in his doorway.

She didn't seem even remotely amused by that, especially since she was still in a bad mood from what had happened at home.

"Can I stay here tonight?" she asked him. "I got kicked out and it's half Miles' fault, so I can't go to his place."

"How did you manage to get kicked out?" Bass questioned with a laugh.

"Defending you," she responded. "I know. I must be delusional… So can I stay here or not?"

"Sure."

A/N: Please read and review! A huge thanks goes out to Dark-Supernatural-Angel, LemonSupreme, RevolutionReader, JM2788, driver picks the music, and Hollywoodlove09 for reviewing last chapter! :)