"This is the kind of guy who spills secrets to a pretty lady. You're one of the few who qualifies. So it will be you." Stopping his walk, he turned to face her, empty eyes staring at her, barely blinking, no kindness found. "You'll get a treat once you're done."
She pressed her hands to the door. "Secrets and a treat? Oh baby you treat me too well," she said with a roll of her eyes. She stepped into the room, doing usual batt of the eyelashes, flash of a smile. The guy seated on the bed waiting for her was nothing like her usual clientele. The men Gisela slept with were older, handsome with money. This young skinny thing looking at her with hungry eyes looked little more than a kid. She was dumbfounded, what the fuck did that suave prick think he was getting her into? Gisela ran her hands down his body, asking about his life, waiting for the information she was supposed to be collecting. In retrospect she should have asked what to listen for but when she heard it her ears pricked up and a smile spread across her face. "I'll be right back," she said before exiting through the door she had come through earlier.
When her eyes met Rapahel's she waited for his questioning, excited for once to have the information.
