"Your number, what is it?" Asked Hiro as he readjusts his tie and fastens a cuff-link together.
"None of your business." Lucille smiled sickeningly sweetly as she slid her damp panties back on with a gross shiver. It was either this or risk going commando on the train. She watched a flicker akin to anger in his eyes as his brows furrowed.
"Don't play with me, Lucille Valentine. Give me your number." She was caught aback by the edge in his voice but stood her ground.
"I most certainly will not." She could feel her heart stammering in her chest and heat rise to her hairline at her boldness. Why she's never been this saucy with a man!
"Why wont you give it to me?" His tone shifted.
"Because when you call for me, it will not be for business or friendship, and I am not your personal...bed warmer." The word rolled off her tongue in repulse as she spat it out.
"You mean whore." She cringed further at his choice for words.
"Bed warmer is more appropriate, or intimate dancer. The last thing I would ever want to be is some...whore."
"Then what you would like this arrangement of ours to be called?"
Lucy hummed for a moment before speaking. "This isn't some arrangement... but if it was, I would call it a friendship of some kind, of course. Something other than this- um- wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!"
"Lucy, our relationship was founded on the grounds of lust, it will be too late to conjure any 'friendship' from it. What if we were not meant to intertwine in that level?" His words caused her to look away thoughtfully. He was right. They actually had something interesting going on with their cat-and-mouse game and truthfully, neither was ready to break it off so early in their explorations of one another. Lucille finally raised her eyes to look at Hiro's handsome face and turned away.
"I should be going now." As she moved to step, she was promptly stopped by something grabbing her wrist.
"Wait," Hiro said suddenly. "Don't feel like you're some common whore. You are more than that Lucille and it didn't take me much to see that. Why don't you have dinner with me tonight and we can discuss this arrangement further."
Lucy wanted to sigh. She contemplated letting this go on, but she continued to tell herself that she wasn't some plaything for his consumption. Lucy rolled her eyes and turned back around.
On the other hand.
It wasn't like he was using her if she was using him for the same passion. She needed her bed warmed as much as he needed his and perhaps this can be beneficial for the both of them. Besides, he was exceptionally handsome and he wasn't some scrub talking to her from the corner of the block. He had his own business, his own home, and was able to wine and dine her with the utmost best money could buy. In the back of her head, her mother's voice was loudly bellowing her happiness for her daughter's success in bagging someone out of her league, but Lucille vehemently quelled that noise and urged herself to be her success in her own league.
"Fine, I'll go out to dinner with you, but, on one condition: you treat me to dessert."
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After they sat down, they spoke about the possibility of their arrangement. Hiro offered cash in exchange for their encounters on a monthly basis, an arrangement akin to being a sugar daddy and baby, but Lucy denied that arrangement. She didnt want to feel like some paid-for whore. Instead, she offered for them to have a meaningful sexual relationship that one another is able to cut off whenever the other party wants without repercussions. Hiro agreed, delightfully surprised she turned down the monetary gain from bedding with him.
After dinner, Hiro walked Lucy to their valet car and helped her in. Lucille, being cautious, didnt want Hiro to know where she lived just yet, so they drove to his penthouse where they made their way upstairs. Lucille dropped her purse on his dresser and felt his arms wrap around her waist. She turned in his embrace and allowed him to lead her down on his bed.