10 Chapter 10: Male Escorts

Cami

"You’re not answering my calls."

"False. The fact that I’m talking to you right now is proof that you’re wrong."

"Don’t be a smart ass, Cami."

"Well, it was a stupid sentence and it required a smart ass response. Now, what do you want?"

I can imagine him rolling his eyes and sneering at me. "You got my last few texts?"

I grin and look at myself closer in the mirror. My pores are too big but my stress acne that flared up a few weeks ago seems to be fading away. Thank goodness. "Yes."

"And?"

"And what? You need money?"

"Yes, I need money! How do you expect me to get by!"

I barely hold back the snicker that’s trying to escape when I say, "Your clients aren’t tipping well? Paying you enough?"

I’m greeted with silence on the other end of the line and it makes me smile wider. I press the phone to my ear and turn my head so it’s wedged between my shoulder and face, pump a few squirts of face lotion on my palm, and rub it on my face.

"Did I lose ya?" I know damn good and well I didn’t lose him. He’s just shocked that I’d bring up his recent new career. "Cat got your tongue? Or has it been too busy lately as you work?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh, cut the shit. You’re a male escort, Scott! What the hell!"

"I am not."

I snort. Scoff. Make a big show of going "Ha! Ha. Ha. Ha. Hahahaha! Oh, you’re so funny I almost forgot to laugh. Didn’t you lie enough during our marriage? Just how long have you been selling yourself?"

"We’re divorced. What I do with my time is none of your business."

"It is when you bring me into it, asking me for money."

I flip off the light in the bathroom and go to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of coffee and add in a splash of cream then grab my trusty blanket and go out onto the deck. It’s freezing out here but the second I woke up after the most refreshing night of sleep I’d had in years, I couldn’t wait to curl up and drink my coffee in my new favorite chair. Plus, I found a little space heater in the closet that will probably start the place on fire if I don’t keep a close watch but it’s emitting a lot of heat in the small space. I plugged it into an outlet right inside the cabin off the deck and turned it on to have it start heating the area right after I woke up.

I take a sip and hum, forgetting that Scott is on the other end of the phone pressed to my ear until I hear his huff of annoyance at being ignored.

"You’re heartless."

"If me not giving you more money is heartless, then yup. I sure am."

"You don’t even care that I’m living on the streets?"

I glare at the wall. "Oh, puhlease. You’re living at home with your parents again. I’m not a moron. I know this. And, apparently, at whatever hotel or woman’s home who hired you tells you to meet her at."

"You seriously have no clue, do you?"

"Shut up," I interrupt with two words I hate when used together. Sighing, I say, "Just, stop talking already. Unless you’re going to use that mouth to finally speak some truth, I don’t want to hear it."

I watch as an eagle soars high above the lake and take another sip of my coffee, laying my head back against the chair. Majestic and graceful. Peaceful. Beautiful. I used to want to be a bird. Then I realized that they either ate worms or freshly killed animals and I changed my mind. But the flying part will always be fascinating to me.

"Just tell me one thing, Scott."

"What’s that?"

"Do I need to be tested?"