“No, my guest’s name is Macey Webster.”
“Perfect.” She looks at me with confusion and before she can say anything I shut the door. She knows I hate going, so the fact that I showed a bit of happiness probably has alarms going off in her head.
I’m surprised to find the bathroom door unlocked when I turn the knob to open it. Inside, the glass wall is steamed up and she’s singing softly.
“I have some girl shit for you,” I call out, causing her to scream.
“You scared me.”
I open the shower door and she covers herself.
“I’ve already seen you, remember?” I say, cocking my eyebrow at her. “Here, my assistant bought this stuff for you.” I hand her the two bottles of hair shit and some soap. By the look on her face I’d say Hannah did well in picking this stuff out. She takes it from me and holds it to her chest, waiting for me to leave. I’m tempted to strip down and join her, but I restrain myself.
“When you’re done, we’ll go out to dinner and then shop. Women like to shop, right?”
She nods and waits for me to step out. I close the bathroom door and head to my closet to change. As soon as I undo my pants my dick starts playing peekaboo through my boxers, reminding me that he’s here and ready for action. “Fucker,” I mutter, pushing him back in.
7
Macey
I’ve died and gone to Cinderella fucking heaven. As a poor kid you dream of the finer things in life. You always want what others have and people tell you that with hard work you can have everything you want. What they fail to tell you is that getting out of the slums is hard work and that the chips are stacked against you. If you don’t have someone who cares about helping you succeed, you’re on your own to try and do better. If you don’t have the proper clothes, you can’t get hired at a job that pays a decent wage. You end up working at McDonald’s making slightly above minimum wage, plus waiting tables at a local restaurant. You bust your ass to put food on your table and just deal with where you live because it’s a roof over your head—at least that is how my life has panned out so far.
Holding a bottle of body wash that I can’t even pronounce the name of really makes it hit home that I’m living in a fucking fantasy. I think about slipping it into my bag to take home to sell, but I don’t know anyone who can afford this shit. It’s ninety-nine-cent soap or a two-for-one deal at the dollar store for me. The shampoo isn’t much better. The cost alone would feed Morgan and me for a month.
Standing under the showerhead, I try to wrap my mind around everything that’s happening and it doesn’t matter which way I spin it, I’ve become the one person I swore I would never be. Selling myself for sex is an all-time low, but the money is too good to pass up. That amount of money is going to change Morgan’s and my life for the better and I’d be foolish to walk away.
When I step out of the shower there’s a plush towel waiting for me, along with the softest bathrobe I have ever felt. I wrap my body in it, pulling the fabric to my face while I close my eyes and revel in the luxury of how it feels. At any moment I fear that he could change his mind about me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on him. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the enemy.
The bathroom leads to one of two places—back to his bedroom where I’ll be forced to sleep or the closet that’s bigger than the bedroom that Morgan and I share. Walking into the closet, I’m taken aback at seeing all my belongings in there. My lingerie is stacked on the center table and there’s a lone dress hanging in what I’m gathering is a recently emptied space.
My fingers trail along the table, wondering how much something like this would cost. I shake my head at the thought of wasting money and hate the fact that it means nothing to people like him. Next to my G-strings are a new bra and a pair of cheekies. Picking them up, I rub the fabric between my fingers. He’s right, this is the softest thing I will ever wear. I really hate that he’s right.
“How was your shower?”
I jump at the sound of his voice behind me. My nerves have been on edge ever since he took me into the VIP room. I don’t know what to expect with him and the fact that he’s a stealth walker scares the shit out of me.