"Maybe, I should leave." she muttered.
She was finding it difficult to speak up.
He lit up a cigar, not indicating anything that showed he heard her.
He was very clear in his messages, did not bargain, agreed on her terms and offered to meet in the fanciest hotel in town. She thought he was a safe choice.
He didn't have the businessman look except for the suit he was wearing. He was in his forties, bald, muscular and short. He had a stubble and a scary scar on his cheek. He didn't speak much and when he spoke he didn't even bother looking at her.
"Dear, can I ask you something?" he asked softly, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes." she said, with a little crack in her voice.
"Can you fill a glass of wine for me?" he said, pointing to the bottle on the desk.
She got up walking towards the bottle agitated. She wasn't a waitress after all.
"Dear?" he said, making her stop. "Can you walk slower? I want everything slow tonight." he said.
He smirked watching her confusion trying to walk slower. She was wearing a little black dress hugging her like a glove, classic black stilettos, red lipstick and red nail polish. He did enjoy looking at her.
She was just putting down the wine bottle when she saw a gun on the chair behind the desk. Not knowing what to do she walked back and handed him the glass.
"Can I leave, sir?" she muttered again standing confused in front of him.
"Dear, why do you think I choose you?" he asked, dismissing her question.
"I don't know." she said.
"Guess?" he said while taking a sip.
"Because, I am hot?" she said. "... and young?" she added when he did not answer.
"There are many hot and young women." he said. "Looks matter a lot. Your choice of lingerie in your photos were very tasteful like your choice of dress for tonight. I do like what I see." he said.
"Thank you." she said. She couldn't help feeling flattered.
"But, would you like to know why I really chose you?" he asked again.
"Yes." she said.
"I chose you because I thought you were shy." he said. "You don't do this often do you?" he asked.
