Chapter two: Five million to fuck my husband

Her words gave me pause. I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping that she didn't mean what I think she meant. 

She didn't say a word and merely watched me with the patient stare of a cat waiting on his meal. 

I gulped nervously, asking myself if I wanted to do this. Obviously this woman is dangerous, and the last thing I need right now that I am close to getting out is cutting trouble. 

"Look, I believe there has been a mistake. I don't take female clients. So I am going to leave and call Cheryl so she can send one of the other girls. There are a lot of them who take female clients." 

"Why?" 

This woman needs to stop speaking in vague terms, and start making sense. Any time she opens her mouth she leaves me confused and feeling stupid for not knowing what the hell she is talking about. 

"Why what?" I dragged out through a pinched lip, almost certain she is baiting me with her paucity way of speaking. 

"Don't you take female clients?" she regarded me with her head tilted one side like I was an alien she was trying to figure out. 

"Because I don't," I retorted losing my patience. I don't have to explain myself to her. 

Her blue eyes changed, a glint that made me uncomfortable to behold appeared in her eyes as she said. "I like you." 

I didn't know whether to take her words as compliment or make a run from it, because her tone caused my skin to erupt in goosebumps. 

"Thank you," I said slowly while watching her closely. Something about the woman disconcerted me. Her beauty, her bearing. She looked like a woman used to getting what she wants and it doesn't matter what she has to do to get it. 

"I don't want any other girl. I want you," she said emphatically, telling me without mincing words that there will be no argument about this. 

"Why?" 

My tone sounded curious. 

The woman didn't hesitate to answer. 

"Because you have the fire that I need."

"For what?" 

She got to her feet and made her way close to me until she stood a breath away  from me. I was immediately engulfed by her expensive perfume. Feminine and at the same time strong, just like the woman. 

Her closeness made me so uncomfortable that getting air to my lungs became difficult. I took a step back for a breathing room. I kept my eyes away from hers, because hers makes me so uncomfortable that I literally loose my train of thoughts. 

"I need you to seduce somebody for me." 

I looked at her, curious. "Who?" 

She didn't bat an eye as she answered. "My husband." 

My eyes widened at her. She is joking right? I looked at her like she has lost her mind, and she held my gaze steadily without flinching. 

She is crazy. 

"Why the fuck would you want me to do that!" I exclaimed moving away from her. The woman is insane, and I didn't want to get infected with her insanity. In fact I need to get the hell away from here. What ever this is, I don't want no part of it. 

I turned towards the door hell bent on making a run for it and not looking back. 

"I will pay you five million dollars." 

I stopped short in my tracks, and slowly turned to face her wearing a huge look of shock on my face. "What?" 

"I will pay you five million dollars," she repeated with a deadpan expression. 

I searched her eyes to see if she was trying to pull a fast one, but she remained dead serious. 

"Do you want me to kill him as well?" I mean it can't be just sex that she is paying such a huge amount of money.

Her lips tilted slightly at the corner with humor that didn't reach her eyes. "Leave that part to me." 

Did she just say that she is going to kill her husband? What the fuck are you still doing here Emma. You need leave, like right now. This woman just admitted that she plans to kill her husband, what other evidence do you need to certify her bat shit crazy. 

What about the money? The greedy part of me argued. With this money I could open up the bar I want, get a house of my home, and my future set for life. I could quit this job and never have to have sex unless it is for pleasure. 

"I will give you time to come to a decision." 

Before I could open my mouth to tell her that there was no decision to come to, that I wasn't going to take the job the woman was gone. 

Her quick exit left me flustered and wondering if I had just dreamed the whole thing. 

Maybe I just did. 

I shook my head at the whole encounter and made my way to the door. 

While I rode down the lift my phone started ringing. 

I took it out of my bag, and then quickly picked it when I saw who it was. She was just the person I was dying to speak to. 

"Hello," I growled into the phone. 

"Oh. You picked. That was quick."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Why did you call if you weren't expecting me to pick." 

"You are pretty cranky for someone who just got fucked."

"Not funny Cheryl. And why the fuck did you send me to that hotel!"

There was a pause on the other side before she responded. "Was he creepy? He sounded like a nice guy on the phone." 

"You never met her!" I screeched over the phone, mad at her that she sent me to a client she has never met. 

"Her?!" 

Cheryl sounded surprised which made me pause and a take a deep breathe to calm down. 

"You didn't know it was a she?" 

"No. The client was a man. He paid me a million dollars to send my best hooker to the hotel, and the room number and that is what I did." 

"And did it occur to you to check him out? I mean who pays a million dollars for a hooker?" 

"Someone very rich, and is dying to have good sex." 

I hissed at her idea of a joke. "I am being serious here, Cheryl. He could have been an axe murderer for all you know." 

"Look baby girl I am not trying to be casual with this. I checked him out and he was legit. You know I care about you girls and will never joke about your safety." 

It was true. One of the good thing about working for Cheryl is that she protects and cares for the girls in her employ. She treats us like family. 

"Well, the male client turned out to be a she," I grumbled into the phone. 

Outside it was still raining. 

I held the phone to my ear using my shoulders, while I held the umbrella with the other hand, and I tried to flag down a taxi using the other. 

"Did you fuck her?" 

I don't know why my heart leaped at her question but it did. 

"She didn't want sex," I mumbled. 

"Oh. So what did she want then?" 

"For me to fuck her husband." 

"Excuse me!"