Talk?

"Talk about what?" I look at him confused.

"About us two." He sits next to me. There is no us two.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Lars."

"Well, I'm going to be honest. You grew onto me, Soren. I don't know why but I just feel like I need to help you.

You are only here for the money am I right?"

"Of course." I nod.

"What if I made you a business deal?" he asks me. What is he talking about? I'm so confused.

"A business deal?" I frown.

"Yes. You work here three times a week, hm?"

"I do."

"And let's say you have one client each time."

"Sometimes two."

"Yes, but ... it depends on what they order right? And they don't always order everything."

"True."

"So one client, different variants, three times a week.

Ehm, what if I was your only client. All three days and paid for full sets."

"What?" I ask him shocked.

"Okay. I don't think I said it clearly. I'm going to say it in other way.

What if I ... invited you to my home instead.

You would be with me. Three times a week like you're used to. I would pay you at least seventy euro. You would not need to pay anything to the hotel and hide.

And you could have a shower and all the food I'll give you."

I blink. "So ... so I would be your personal worker?"

"Yes."

"But I would not be in this hotel?"

"Well, they only take money from you."

"And I would not see other people."

"I would be very happy if you didn't."

"You would pay me. That much money." I blink.

"Yes." He smiles.

"I don't know what to say. I'm ...I,"

"Well, it's okay. You can think about it. And we will meet here on Friday.

If you say not then, I don't really have a say in your life.

But if you say a yes, we will leave this hotel and the membership."

"Leave it? Completely? But what if you get bored of me, Lars?

I ... just don't see how it's beneficial for you.

Do you even have that much money?"

"I do."

"Really? Every single week?"

"Sure."

"No you don't." I frown.

"I do." He smiles.

"You would have to be a millionaire or billionaire."

"Yeah, and?" He smirks.

"And ... and I don't know." I lower my gaze.

"Does your brother know you work here?"

"Mm." I nod.

"Then ask him too."

"I already know his answer." I roll my eyes.

"Did you just ... roll your eyes?" He asks me.

I gulp down. "I'm sorry." I give him cute eyes.

"It was cute. Well that is all from my side. I should go down and pay you. "Are you in a desperate need of money?"

"Average." I shrug.

"Average." He chuckles, "that's even better."

He wants to buy me completely for himself?

*

"You want believe what happened to me." I tell Atila when I get home. He is watching tv.

"You had a good sex?" he says.

I blush. "No. I mean, yes, but don't talk about it." it's embarrassing.

"Well, you are a sex worker. I don't know what else would have happened to you."

"He wants to buy me for himself." I say.

"Who?" he gives me a side eye.

"Lars."

"Who the fuck is Lars."

"Oh. The guy we met in a shop. He told me his name too."

"Oh my god, the guy we met in the shop." He jumps up, "what did he say? Will he give us money?"

"He said he ... he just wants to be my only client and pay me every week." I say still amazed.

Why would anyone do that?