Imogene swears she's on the level.

"Brent, I swear, I'm really serious about this." Imogene pleaded. " I just can't go back there." She had dropped her phone in her lap now, and seemed to be paying much more attention to the conversation ever since Charlotte had dropped the bomb about herself and my wife.

"First off, I need to know why you can't go home." I began.

"Oh, wait up, Brent. There's your first mistake right there, you're asking the question she wants you to ask." Charlotte held up her hand to halt the conversation.

"What?" Imogene asked, confused by the interruption.

"Yeah, I know how you play this one. You get him to ask the question by alluding to it, then when he does, you go in for the full guilt trip. Honestly, you really gave it away repeating it that many times. He's supposed to think it's HIS idea." Charlotte ticked off the points one by one on her fingers, finishing with a thumbs up on the final word which she proceeded to jerk at me.

"Well, he did ask! I was just going to say that I can't go home because Dad wants rent now. I could barely afford my car on what I make driving ride share and now he wants to charge me a thousand bucks a month." Imogene responded bitterly and quickly. "I was going to pay him today, but if I get the car out myself I can't afford the rent."

"Look, I forgot..." I replied honestly. "But I can't bail you out on the car or the rent."

"Well what am I supposed to do?" Imogene asked.

"Well, first, you just tell him what the fuck you actually want instead of trying to make him come up with it." Charlotte groaned. "Look, what do you really want here? He already told you that he can't pay for your car, so get it out yourself, and go stay with somebody. If you're asking to stay with Brent, just ask him."

"But he said that I can't ask him that anymore," Imogene sighed. "Look, I don't want to..."

"Ah, ah!" Charlotte raised a finger. Honestly her dominance act was kinda hot. Having seen it in action once before, I knew how well she could order a gal around. The fact that it was my sister... well, I admit that my brain's little panic attack was having a hard time overcoming the fantasies that came much more quickly to my thoughts.

"Now, if you want to stay, ask him. No Bullshit, no dancing around it. " Charlotte's voice was strong. Best to let her just do her thing, I figured.

"Brent, can I please stay with you?" Imogene asked, her voice becoming a bit more quiet.

"Kaila and... she won't be happy. You know that." I replied.

"Uh, Uh!" Charlotte turned, her finger pointing at me threateningly. "You don't get to play those games either. Do you want your sister to stay with you or not?" Her tone still had the sensual edge, but remembering what else we had talked about with regards to my sister made it hard to hide the flush in my cheeks.

"I uhm... yeah, I kinda do want her out of Dad's house." I replied, knowing damn well that the images running through my brain were not the ones I was supposed to have with regards to my sister.

"Again, Brent. No games. Do you want her to stay with you?" Charlotte asked again, her voice quieter, sexier.

"Yeah," I breathed out, my eyes on Imogene in the rear view mirror.

"Ok, I'll help you convince Kaila. " Charlotte smiled seductively. I opened my mouth to thank her, but she cut me off with an upraised finger. "On ONE condition. You two stop playing games. You just accept what you want, and ask for it when you want it."

"Gotcha," I nodded.