I'll Give You What You Like || Bliss
She pulled her coat close to her body and looked down to her feet. The heels were new. Bright red and very classy - not a lick of glitter - she hoped he would approve. He had given her extra money to make her look pretty for him and she had spent all day trying to make sure she looked perfect. But why did she care? He had already paid her. More than she probably could have made in one night at work. No. An entire week at work.
Everything about him was unnerving. The stare. His ability to pull money out of no where. It left her flustered. It left her wondering where all the money came from. He dressed as though he was a business man, but that meant next to nothing. Men wore suits all the time.
Smoothing the bottom half of the jacket down, she eyed the apartment nervously. What was she so nervous? He was just another client. He was just another client and she had no reason to be nervous. While she told herself that over and over while looking at her phone, it made her feel no better. She was still a bundle of nerves and would probably be until she found her groove.
Inhaling deeply, she took one last look at her phone. 7:01 it read. She knew it was now or never. And, if she never went inside, he would come after her just like he came after the red haired girl from her work. Raising her hand and tucking her phone in her jacket with the other, she rapped on the door a few times and waited.