and grimaced when I saw How to Insert a Website Page for Dummies.
“Um... Debra, she wants me to add a website page to our website, but I have no idea how,” I admitted, offering the check to him.
“May I?” he asked, indicating the chair and laptop.
“Do you usually barge into your clients’ homes and make yourself comfortable?” I joked, permitting him to do so with a smile and a nod.
“Only the ones who do a runner on me,” he grinned, assessing the open screens. I briefed him on the task whilst he began clicking on the pages and opening the website page I had to work on.
“I can do this for you now if you would like?”
“Are you serious?” I asked stepping back and excitedly standing on my tiptoes. “No, I couldn’t have you do that. I have already taken enough of your time.”
“No, really I don’t mind. It will only take me ten minutes,” he assured me, quickly clicking on the images and links I had already put in a folder. “Do you have a pair of glasses by any chance?”
I looked at him oddly, somewhat surprised that he needed glasses. I guess I didn’t see past his handsomeness to suspect he would have even a small imperfection. I pictured him to have, well, a perfect everything. I walked over to my thin black glasses that were on the coffee table. “I have mine?” I offered.
“Thank you, that will help,” he said, taking them and clicking on more pages.
I had no idea what he was doing so I looked at his side profile instead. His back was straight as he sat at my desk. His hair was still smoothly combed and his cologne still lingered in the air. I thought for a moment that even my fish were staring at him in bewilderment. “How does an escort acquire the skills to do this?” I asked, trying to focus on what he did.
“I’m not a full time escort, you know,” he growled, giving me a quick glance.
I couldn’t help but bite my lips to contain a smile. “So you’re a computer nerd as well?” I inwardly mused in disbelief.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked as a smile crept across his face. The small glasses on his face made him look like he had little bug eyes, and had the effect of making his jaw look oddly, comically large.
“Nothing,” I responded looking away so I wouldn’t laugh. “Would you like a coffee, I have hazelnut—”
“I love hazelnut; that would be great,” he said appreciatively before assessing the screen again.
“Hazelnut is my favorite flavored coffee as well,” I thought childishly. I felt so different around Damon, more carefree and irresponsible. And even now as he sat at my laptop, dressed in a formal suit, I could see yet another side to him. A side that I would never have seen if I hadn’t forgotten to sign that check. I thought he was only all cockiness and taunts, but this side of him...it was nice to see. Even an escort could be surreally human.
I was preparing his coffee when he called out to me from the computer. “Did you write this?” Damon asked, looking over his shoulder as I swirled the spoon in his coffee.
“Yea, although Debra won’t be happy with it. It isn’t the original piece. That was somehow magically lost,” I said sarcastically.
“It’s good. Your voice really shines through,” he complimented me before busily typing once again.
He was the first to compliment me on my writing other than my family. After my father died, I was hesitant to show my work to others. He had been my most supportive fan. I liked to imagine he was still approving each piece that I wrote.
“So, what do you do full-time?” I asked, bringing his hot hazelnut coffee to him. “More importantly, how did you become an escort?”
“Ah, my dear Clover, that information is strictly confidential,” he smiled, grabbing the coffee out of my hand. His fingers lingered over mine for a moment as he looked at me intently. We both looked away at the same time. He cupped the coffee before turning once again to the screen.
I could not
“Um... Debra, she wants me to add a website page to our website, but I have no idea how,” I admitted, offering the check to him.
“May I?” he asked, indicating the chair and laptop.
“Do you usually barge into your clients’ homes and make yourself comfortable?” I joked, permitting him to do so with a smile and a nod.
“Only the ones who do a runner on me,” he grinned, assessing the open screens. I briefed him on the task whilst he began clicking on the pages and opening the website page I had to work on.
“I can do this for you now if you would like?”
“Are you serious?” I asked stepping back and excitedly standing on my tiptoes. “No, I couldn’t have you do that. I have already taken enough of your time.”
“No, really I don’t mind. It will only take me ten minutes,” he assured me, quickly clicking on the images and links I had already put in a folder. “Do you have a pair of glasses by any chance?”
I looked at him oddly, somewhat surprised that he needed glasses. I guess I didn’t see past his handsomeness to suspect he would have even a small imperfection. I pictured him to have, well, a perfect everything. I walked over to my thin black glasses that were on the coffee table. “I have mine?” I offered.
“Thank you, that will help,” he said, taking them and clicking on more pages.
I had no idea what he was doing so I looked at his side profile instead. His back was straight as he sat at my desk. His hair was still smoothly combed and his cologne still lingered in the air. I thought for a moment that even my fish were staring at him in bewilderment. “How does an escort acquire the skills to do this?” I asked, trying to focus on what he did.
“I’m not a full time escort, you know,” he growled, giving me a quick glance.
I couldn’t help but bite my lips to contain a smile. “So you’re a computer nerd as well?” I inwardly mused in disbelief.
“What are you smiling at?” he asked as a smile crept across his face. The small glasses on his face made him look like he had little bug eyes, and had the effect of making his jaw look oddly, comically large.
“Nothing,” I responded looking away so I wouldn’t laugh. “Would you like a coffee, I have hazelnut—”
“I love hazelnut; that would be great,” he said appreciatively before assessing the screen again.
“Hazelnut is my favorite flavored coffee as well,” I thought childishly. I felt so different around Damon, more carefree and irresponsible. And even now as he sat at my laptop, dressed in a formal suit, I could see yet another side to him. A side that I would never have seen if I hadn’t forgotten to sign that check. I thought he was only all cockiness and taunts, but this side of him...it was nice to see. Even an escort could be surreally human.
I was preparing his coffee when he called out to me from the computer. “Did you write this?” Damon asked, looking over his shoulder as I swirled the spoon in his coffee.
“Yea, although Debra won’t be happy with it. It isn’t the original piece. That was somehow magically lost,” I said sarcastically.
“It’s good. Your voice really shines through,” he complimented me before busily typing once again.
He was the first to compliment me on my writing other than my family. After my father died, I was hesitant to show my work to others. He had been my most supportive fan. I liked to imagine he was still approving each piece that I wrote.
“So, what do you do full-time?” I asked, bringing his hot hazelnut coffee to him. “More importantly, how did you become an escort?”
“Ah, my dear Clover, that information is strictly confidential,” he smiled, grabbing the coffee out of my hand. His fingers lingered over mine for a moment as he looked at me intently. We both looked away at the same time. He cupped the coffee before turning once again to the screen.
I could not
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