"I can't believe that I'm actually saying this, but you have feelings for her," Nora commented. "And that is my opinion as someone who, up until now, didn't think that you were capable of having feelings."

"I usually don't," Bass insisted. "But with Charlie... It just gets under my skin."

"What? That you can't get under hers?" Nora asked in an amused tone.

"Not how I was going to put it, but yeah," he admitted.

"Why haven't you?" Nora asked.

"She's not interested," Bass responded before taking a swig of his drink. "Besides, Miles would kill me."

"If he's acting that paranoid and pissed off, it's because he thinks she might go for it," she insisted. "And, if you really like her, don't worry about Miles. I can distract him until he eventually comes around."

"And why should I take advice from someone who has broken up and gotten back together with Miles more times than I can even keep track of anymore?" Bass questioned.

"Did you get any better advice from anyone else lately?" She challenged. "Besides, I may have a roller coaster of feelings, but at least I'm not afraid to listen to them."

Bass considered her words as Miles walked back into the room and asked, "Are we done talking about how Bass can't get laid to save his life yet?"

As Charlie watched Bass modelling with a leggy brunette, she turned to her uncle and questioned, "People were claiming that I have sexual tension with Bass, but we were nowhere near this disgusting during our shoot, right?"

The pair of models was all over each other and she was sure that they must be more convincing than her and Bass had ever been.

"Sorry, kid," Miles responded gruffly. "You two were at least as sickening."

Charlie found that more than a little hard to believe as she stared over at the pair.

When the shoot finally ended, Miles wandered off to talk to someone about something that was apparently too work-related to be worth explaining to Charlie as he left her alone.

Bass finished changing back into his own clothes and came back before Miles. When he spotted Charlie, he headed straight in her direction.

"What are you doing tonight, Charlie?" He asked with a smile as he stopped in front of her.

"Not you," she quipped as a smirk played at her lips.

He let out a laugh at that, "So then what are you doing?"

Before Charlie had the chance to answer that, the other model walked over. She acted as if she weren't interrupting anything as she leaned over, pressing herself against Bass way more than could possibly be necessary, as she whispered something in his ear.

His attention was clearly captured as his eyebrow quirked upwards. He was obviously impressed with whatever was being offered to him and Charlie found herself shaking her head in disbelief as the brunette removed herself from Bass, then began to walk away as she told him, "Come by tonight. I'm sure you remember where."

As much as Charlie wished she didn't, she guessed that she knew what Bass would be doing that night. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he watched the other woman go.

Bass knew what the model was capable of and he was tempted, especially after the particularly unpleasant dry spell he'd been having lately, but when he turned back to Charlie and saw the look of disbelief on his features it happened again. She was messing with his mind once again.

"So do you want to do something tonight?" He asked her.

"You're unbelievable," she told him incredulously. "Aren't you already busy tonight? …Or are you trying to double book?"

"Not double book," he told her with a shrug. "I'm not going to her place. I'd rather have you come over. I'll make you dinner."

"You do remember that I said I'm not having sex with you tonight, right?" She asked him.

"Believe it or not, it is possible to have a meal with someone without having sex with them," he pointed out.

"I wasn't sure you knew that," Charlie countered.

"I've had plenty of meals with Miles," Bass retorted. "And that's yet to lead to sex. So, what do you say?"

"Is this a date?" She asked him accusingly. "Or is this the kind of meal you'd have with Miles?"

"Which do you want it to be?" He questioned.

Charlie didn't answer, and instead asked, a little hesitantly, in return, "What time should I come over?"

When Charlie arrived, Bass still had no idea whether it was supposed to be a date or not in Charlie's mind.

That made things a little more complicated. He'd been hoping that what she was wearing when she showed up would help tip him off, but he had no such luck. She was wearing the same outfit as earlier, which provided him with no clues.

As she took a seat in his kitchen, she questioned, "Let me guess. You only cook shirtless."

"Actually, I'm not all that interested in burning my chest," he responded before a smirk crossed his features. "But if you want me to take my shirt off, all you have to do is ask."

"I think I can survive with it on," Charlie insisted.

"If you say so," he responded with an innocent shrug. "You want a drink?"

After the way she'd embarrassed herself last time she'd drank in front of him, Charlie decided to opt for water instead.

A/N: Please read and review! A huge thanks goes out to RevolutionReader, LemonSupreme, dixie326, Dark-Supernatural-Angel, ShyRomantic, ToTheSkyAndBack, JM2788, driver picks the music, RomanceFantic, missing-a-place-ive-never-been, and the anonymous guest for reviewing last chapter! :)