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“Going home,” she replied

“Wasn’t your shift supposed to end at five?”

“I extended a little”

“I told you, you don’t need the extra cash,” he said “Wait, are you walking home? Wasn’t that place ten blocks away?”

“I’ the bus,” she replied

“Call me when you’re free”

And he ended the call She wondered what he was up to Didn’t he have enough of sex for the day? Or did he have to go through, say, four more rounds before he was satisfied? She pocketed her phone into her coat and zipped it up There was a bit of a chill tonight, but it made her hair behave The bus ride took twenty minutes and she walked the remainder of the journey to her apartment

She didn’t want to call hi in his voice that said it was urgent She shook her head, wondering why she was such a doorain, he was a customer Sort of With the contract and all Now she sounded like a major slut

“Well, shit,” she muttered as she dialed for his number

“I forgot I was supposed to have soreeted

“No need, discreet, remember?” she reminded him acidly

“Right”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Whatever it was you wanted to share?”

“I didn’t want you to talk while you were on public transportation”

Was this his way of saying he wanted her safe? He was being an asshole again, but she found it bearable this time A loveable asshole Wait, what? He was never loveable Not in the week she had known him She realized she had only known him for a week and that whatever ie