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“Have you worked in porn long?” He asks, his voice tight with some barely contained emotion.
It doesn’t sound like judgement or disgust though. It sounds like anger.
“What? Oh, no! I don’t work in porn,” I tell him.
“No?”
“No! I had been looking for a job, something to make some money quickly. My old… friend, she was staying with me but she left the other week and took most of my stuff with her. I needed a quick job so I could make some extra cash. I didn’t even know that that’s what a fluffer was, I swear! I thought that it was to help stage the apartment for an open house or something. Like I was going to be fluffing pillows or whatever.”
He nods, seeming to like my answer as that small smile spreads across his lips, and I shift in my seat.
“I believe you,” he says and I sag back against the seat.
“Why do you need money?” He asks me as we turn into a parking garage.
“Bills,” I say vaguely.
“What bills?”
“Rent.”
“You’ll stay with me then,” he says as the car pulls into a parking spot.
What?
I blink, wondering if I heard him right, but he ignores that. He climbs out of the SUV and offers me his hand.
“You don’t have to do this. I can find another way to make up the money.”
“I can’t have that,” he says and I frown.
What does that mean?
“Come on, baby girl.”
“I really do need to head home. I have to be at work tomorrow morning and all of my stuff is there.”
“I’ll have someone pick it up for you. Whatever you need.”
“Why are you insisting on this?” I blurt out.
“Because you’re meant to be mine and because you need someone to look after you and that someone is going to be me.”
My mouth drops open and I stare at him blankly. No one has ever talked to me like this before and I’m not sure how to react. Part of me loves that he’s taking charge of the situation. It’s nice to not have to constantly make decisions or worry about things.
Should I let him do this though? Should I let him take care of me?
Before I can figure that out, he’s reaching inside the SUV and lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all. I squeak, clinging to him as he carries me over to the elevator and hits the top floor button.
We ride up in silence and I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
Or why all of this feels so right.
FOUR
Davis
“Are you hungry or thirsty?” I ask Izzy as I reluctantly set her back down on her feet.
