The blue and orange looks my way. Is he... is he looking at me? Maybe not. But he seems to panic, even thought I only see his eyes and he looks away.

His hand rubs on his other. I smirk under my mask. He looks to be just fine.

I walk his way and he looks around. What is he thinking?

"Hello." I smile but he doesn't see it. Sometimes I wish we could see each other but it's too risky.

"Oh, hello, sir." He straightens his back.

"You're a," I grab his wrist, "blue and orange."

"Yes. Bottom and – gay." He gulps down.

"That's perfect for me. What things can you do?"

"W-whatever you want."

I chuckle. "Whatever? That's daring. Are you into BDMS too?"

"Ehm, ...I don't know."

"Never done?"

"No."

"Hm, would you mind being cuffed?"

"No."

"And chocked."

He gulps. "I guess not."

"Okay. let's go then." I give him my hand. He looks at it confused but takes my hand.

I walk him to the elevator and drive to my room.

*

He looks at me shyly and then away.

"Are you new here?" I ask him and open the door with another card of mine.

"What? Sorry, sir, I wasn't listening." He says and looks away embarrassed.

"I asked, if you are new here or not?" I repeat myself. Usually I don't like repeating but I'll let it slide.

"Well, I work here for three months now." He answers, hopefully honestly.

"I haven't seen you yet." I lock the door behind us and he walks around shyly.

"I've seen you." He confesses, "I mean, I wasn't- I was not looking for you but, I just ...saw you. Yes I saw you. You just always walked past me, sir."

Sir. I like this. "Really? I'm sorry about that."

"No, don't apologize. I should apologize. I'm weird today, I'll stop.

You should- pick the best person for you and I understood I may not be interesting enough."

I frown. "Maybe you could prove it wrong tonight." I suggest and he rubs his hand.

"Maybe." He shrugs. Then straightens his back and coughs, "I mean. Yes. Yes, I will prove it. I'll do what you like."

I smirk. "What is your name? Or nickname? How should I call you?" I must know!

"." He answers. That is so perfect for him.

Soren. Soren.

"Call me ..." I hesitate. I don't want to say my name on the first time. And I also don't know any lame nickname, "call me,"

"?" he ask.

"Yes." I smile, "sir, or whichever you like."

He nods.

"We can take off the masks now. I want to kiss you too." I say, "but you know you can never tell about who I am besides in this room and you'll have to sign the documents."

"Y-yes." Soren nods.

He takes of his mask and I look at the most gorgeous man I've seen.

He has these curls that fall down his face, ocean blue eyes, small button nose and bigger plump lips.

He has a freckle here and there and brushes eyes brows.

Also small dimples and pink cheeks from blushing.

Cute.