The Penthouse

So far, he had avoided sitting on the pristine bed, as if it carried a disease.

Earlier, when she had flirted with him during the meeting in her penthouse, he had gone along with it. She was a tough client, and the deal was too important. When, she asked him to spend the night—an opportunity to please her—he didn’t think twice.

Now, he wondered why it made him uneasy. They were both consenting adults and none in a relationship. He’d had casual relations before for fun.

But he was interested in those women.

This time, she was just…a cheque.

Pleasure for money—does this make him a prostitute? Why hadn’t he accompanied her in the bath like he usually did with women? Why was he already planning to leave before dawn to avoid the ‘walk of shame’? Why was he still hoping she’d change her mind?

The faint sound of the bathroom doorknob made him choose quickly.

Hastily, he gathered his most charming smile, ready to serve his master…in every way.

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