believe that this was happening. He was so handsome and my mind swung from fantasy to fantasy. If he were in this chair all the time, how comfortably I could just stare. I noticed he had placed his expensive-looking wallet on my fish tank. “He is a human, not some magical being; of course he would carry around a wallet,” I scolded myself.
After only fifteen minutes, we had drunk our coffee and he had enlightened me somewhat about the process of adding a webpage. He patiently explained how I could upload things onto it if I ever got stuck again. Not only was he handsome, and humorous, he was smart and knew how to find his way around programs that I didn’t even know existed.
He took the glasses off, and placed them on the desk before brushing his hand through his brown hair and leaning back into the chair. He yawned just as I did. “Well, now you can say we are even for that discount you were after,” he smiled through his tiredness.
“Wait,” I said seriously, “You didn’t give me a discount in the first place!” I joked, enjoying his company. “Thank you, for all of this. You have not only saved me my job, but I had a really good night.”
He looked into my eyes, but this time he wasn’t smiling. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but, instead, he straightened himself again, breaking our eye contact. “That’s my job,” he said, extricating himself from my office chair and collecting the check on the bench. “Once again, I am glad you are happy with my services and if you need to be escorted again, here’s my card.” He fiddled in his jacket pocket before dropping the card onto the bench.
His whole demeanor had visibly shifted. He was once again covering the glimmer of the person beneath the escort. I tried to understand why he had changed so quickly. I thought I felt the tension between us, perhaps even a connection, which made me a fool for even thinking it. “I paid him to escort me,” I reminded myself as I stared into the empty cup in embarrassment.
“Yea, thank you for everything. I hope it will get Debra off my back for a little whilst yet.”
“Yea, well I think we put her off a little and you definitely beat her at her own game,” he said, shuffling closer to the door and straightening his jacket. “So, I’m going to go, but I hope you have a good night.”
“You too,” I said collecting the door as he stepped into the hallway. I closed the door slowly before leaning against it, still cupping my mug. I was confused as to how quickly everything changed. We only really spoke of the work I had to complete. I looked at the laptop, slightly aggravated at myself. I had looked into it way too much.
I washed out my mug in the sink before grabbing Pudding and pulling him into a hug as if he were a fluffy teddy bear. “Let’s go to bed, Pudding,” I said, combing over his head. “You seemed to like him.”
As I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas, I was surprised to find my thoughts still lingered on Damon. “I only spent a total of five hours with him, he who is an escort,” I told Pudding.
Chapter Seven- The Act That Was Paid For
W hen I woke that morning and began hurriedly dressing for work, my eye was caught by something black on my fish tank. In Damon’s rush to leave my apartment the night before he had forgotten his wallet. As it was still early, I decided it was best just to text him to let him know I had it instead of calling.
I laughed to myself at the irony. First of all, I hadn’t signed his check. Then, he had left his wallet behind. Now I was holding his payment hostage again. I tried to ignore his wallet as I hastily swallowed some juice. I eyed it warily. My interest was piqued. I wanted to have a quick look through it to find out who he really was.
Although my hand crept close to it twice, I told myself, “no.” It was not my wallet nor could I go through it, no matter how curious I was. I text Damon, informing him it was at
After only fifteen minutes, we had drunk our coffee and he had enlightened me somewhat about the process of adding a webpage. He patiently explained how I could upload things onto it if I ever got stuck again. Not only was he handsome, and humorous, he was smart and knew how to find his way around programs that I didn’t even know existed.
He took the glasses off, and placed them on the desk before brushing his hand through his brown hair and leaning back into the chair. He yawned just as I did. “Well, now you can say we are even for that discount you were after,” he smiled through his tiredness.
“Wait,” I said seriously, “You didn’t give me a discount in the first place!” I joked, enjoying his company. “Thank you, for all of this. You have not only saved me my job, but I had a really good night.”
He looked into my eyes, but this time he wasn’t smiling. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but, instead, he straightened himself again, breaking our eye contact. “That’s my job,” he said, extricating himself from my office chair and collecting the check on the bench. “Once again, I am glad you are happy with my services and if you need to be escorted again, here’s my card.” He fiddled in his jacket pocket before dropping the card onto the bench.
His whole demeanor had visibly shifted. He was once again covering the glimmer of the person beneath the escort. I tried to understand why he had changed so quickly. I thought I felt the tension between us, perhaps even a connection, which made me a fool for even thinking it. “I paid him to escort me,” I reminded myself as I stared into the empty cup in embarrassment.
“Yea, thank you for everything. I hope it will get Debra off my back for a little whilst yet.”
“Yea, well I think we put her off a little and you definitely beat her at her own game,” he said, shuffling closer to the door and straightening his jacket. “So, I’m going to go, but I hope you have a good night.”
“You too,” I said collecting the door as he stepped into the hallway. I closed the door slowly before leaning against it, still cupping my mug. I was confused as to how quickly everything changed. We only really spoke of the work I had to complete. I looked at the laptop, slightly aggravated at myself. I had looked into it way too much.
I washed out my mug in the sink before grabbing Pudding and pulling him into a hug as if he were a fluffy teddy bear. “Let’s go to bed, Pudding,” I said, combing over his head. “You seemed to like him.”
As I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas, I was surprised to find my thoughts still lingered on Damon. “I only spent a total of five hours with him, he who is an escort,” I told Pudding.
Chapter Seven- The Act That Was Paid For
W hen I woke that morning and began hurriedly dressing for work, my eye was caught by something black on my fish tank. In Damon’s rush to leave my apartment the night before he had forgotten his wallet. As it was still early, I decided it was best just to text him to let him know I had it instead of calling.
I laughed to myself at the irony. First of all, I hadn’t signed his check. Then, he had left his wallet behind. Now I was holding his payment hostage again. I tried to ignore his wallet as I hastily swallowed some juice. I eyed it warily. My interest was piqued. I wanted to have a quick look through it to find out who he really was.
Although my hand crept close to it twice, I told myself, “no.” It was not my wallet nor could I go through it, no matter how curious I was. I text Damon, informing him it was at
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