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Sam’s jaw dropped. “Then he fucking wasted his money. Not that you’re not attractive, but I don’t pay for sex,” he stated firmly.

“What?”

“You heard me. Bob might find a prostitute an expectable way to relieve his frustration, but I don’t.”

“You…think I’m a prostitute?” I asked, still stunned by his accusations.

“You said Bob hired you. Your bag is filled with sex toys. What else should I assume you are?” he questioned.

And this is what I get for running late.

“I’m sorry Sam. Bob wanted to be here for the surprise. I don’t know what happened, but I guess I’ll have to be the one to show you,” I said.

“Trust me, I’m more than surprised,” he grumbled.

“You still are misunderstanding what I’m trying to say. Why don’t you come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you,” I suggested.

“How about I show you to the door,” he stated.

“Please, Sam. It will only take a moment,” I pleaded with him.

I could leave and eventually he’d open the door to the sex room and find it himself. But while I was here, I might as well find out if there was anything he didn’t like and maybe I could still change it to his liking.

Not waiting for his reply, I went back upstairs and stood by the doorway. He eventually followed. When he arrived, he said, “You do know the bedroom is over there.”

“Yes I do, but this room should provide the two of you with hours of…entertainment.” I opened the door and watched as Sam stepped inside.

“What the fuck is all this?” he asked, angrily.

“It’s the surprise I have been working on. Bob hired me to create a special room.”

He was still looking around the room as he asked, “He told you to do all of this?”

“Well, not really. He hasn’t seen it either. Bob told me to be…creative and to do something I thought you might like,” I admitted.

He turned to me and said, “You don’t know me, so how do you know what I like?”

Sam had a point. “I…don’t. So I had to…guess.” I wasn’t about to tell him I did what I would enjoy. “Maybe you and Bob should talk about it. Work it out. This really isn’t something to fight over.”

“Really? I should thank him for coming to my house and authorizing you to turn one of my rooms into a…a…”

“Sex room. Pleasure room. And yes. He wanted to do something nice for you,” I explained.

“No. He was pulling a prank on me.” Sam shook his head and walked out of the room.

I followed him down the stairs. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

He growled and said, “You’ve got some fucking nerve pulling this shit. Next time you’re in town and want to visit, don’t.”

“Sam, I don’t understand why you’re so angry,” I said.

“Let’s see. I travelled to see my son and his family. While I was gone, a friend asked if he could stay at my house. Against better judgement, I allowed him to. I figured the worst thing that happened would be he’d have a party and I would have to clean up. But this is going too far.”

A friend? Not a…lover?

“I’m sorry. Are you saying that this is your house and not Bob’s?” I questioned.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

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