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There was enough food for at least five people. I would not be able to eat all of it on my own. Sighing as I watched him arrange everything on the tray, my mind began to wonder why there was so much food before me. I swallowed hard, stepping closer to the spread.
“Are you planning to eat with me?”
He chuckled as he arranged the platters food on the coffee table, “No, Miss Isabelle,” he glanced toward me then continued his duty, “but the boss didn't know what you would like, so he asked me to make a little of everything.”
I slowly approached the table of food, wrinkling my nose, “That's more than a little of everything.”
“Just doing as I'm told, Miss,” he smiled warmly, “so if you need anything else, please ask.”
“Thank you for this,” I acknowledged his hard work, studying the food once again.
He still smiled as he headed for the doors, bowing his head politely in my direction before exiting and pulling the doorknobs toward him, leaving me alone once again. Exhaling I turned back to the table. My eyes trailed over the food once again.
Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I attempted to hide a small smirk that was forming on my lips. Everything looked mouthwatering, but there was no way I would be able to eat this on my own. How could a man who paid to have sex with me be so kind? He offered me a nice room, food, clothes, anything I needed.
My eyes noticed my new cell phone laying on the nightstand next to the bed. I sighed as I lifted my hand to my lips, barely nibbling on my thumb nail in deep thought. Slowly plodding toward the table, I scooped my phone into my palms and opened my lonely contact on the screen.
Your chef just brought me enough food for a small army, I typed.
My thumb hovered over theSendbutton. I winced as I touched it. Throwing myself onto the bed, I stared at the ceiling, waiting to see if he would reply. I was not sure if I even wanted him to eat with me. I was confused and scared, but he had not killed or raped me. Still, I wanted to be cautious. My phone buzzed. I raised myself into a sitting position, reading his reply.
I did not know what you wanted.
He did not offer to help me eat it, so I decided to push my luck. At this point, I had nothing to lose. I gulped, forming a simple text that may or may not have changed the course of my future.
Do you want to join me?I caught myself smiling as I sent him the question.
I have a meeting soon, but I can do that, I guess, he causally responded.Blindfold before I enter.
Okay,I sent the last text then laid my phone back on the table.
Stupid blindfold,I thought as I picked it up, tying it to my head. Why did he not want to be seen by me? He must have been hideous, not wanting me to see his horrendous face. It bothered me immensely. I felt so exposed as I was left to wonder when he would drop the bomb about the sex. Inviting him may have been a terrible idea but I could not help it.
So many thoughts were running through my head. Maybe he did not want to seeme, he only wanted to have a virgin. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I barely heard the knock on my bedroom door. Glancing in the mirror, I flattened my outfit before he joined me. I stumbled to the couch that faced away from the door, practicing different positions to make myself appear more confident before I invited him in.
“Come in!”
Gradually, the door opened. I turned toward the entrance to see him, or what I assumed to be him. Inching toward where I was sitting, he cleared his throat before taking a seat on the other sofa facing me, crossing his foot over his knee.
He stared at me for a moment, before he snickered, “Can you see okay?”
I crossed my arms, attempted to appear annoyed. “Well I guess we will find out if I stab my cheek with a fork.” Involuntarily, I snorted then immediately cupped my hands over my mouth in embarrassment.
He leaned forward picking up a plate. “Here then, I will help you,” he offered. “What would you like?”
“Bacon,” I blurted, “all the bacon actually, eggs, and whatever fruit that is.”
“It's watermelon, strawberries, cherries, cantaloupe, and grapes,” he identified all of it.
I raised my hand to my chin thinking.
“But don't say cherries,” he teased, “because that belongs to me and only me.”
An uncomfortable screeching laugh escaped my mouth at his dreadful joke. I could not identify the sound, but I was embarrassed.
“Good to see you laughing at least.” I could hear the smile in his words.
He handed the plate to me then reached out with a fork. Gently, I took it from him, our fingertips touching in the process. A surge of electricity ran through my body. I swiftly withdrew my hand before shrugging it off.
