Customer Or Lover

5

Wow was all I could say. This man was loaded. He lived in a penthouse in the expensive part of L.A. White sofa, lounge, flat screen t.v and a balcony with the most amazing view. From here it was different, from here you couldn't see the homeless, the prostitutes, the drugs. From here you couldn't see where I belonged.

He had told me to make myself comfortable while he freshened up and I sat in front of the flat screen watching a cartoon . I guess at some point I fallen asleep because when I woke I was laying in a queen sized bed covered in pillows and soft comforters. My shoes had been removed but my clothes were on as they were supposed to be.

Getting up I left the room walking to the living room he was asleep on the couch on his back in a pair of sweats and a white tshirt. A football game on low volume. I creeped over kneeling where his head was staring at him. He had the same patient and calm look even as he slept. I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest in amazment. His full lips and thick lashes. Why me? I whispered quietly.

"I am no one, I mean nothing, what do you see in me, why are you wasting your time with me? What do you want with me?"

I sighed and reached out taking my finger and sliding it on his lower lip. It was soft to the touch and I could feel his warm breath on my finger. I smiled and stood deciding on a shower leaving him to sleep in peace.

I sighed in ecstasy, I had forgotten how delicious hot water felt to the skin. I washed my body and hair slowly enjoying every hot drip of water that touched my skin. The shower gels I used smelled heavenly. I had to force myself out the shower before I became pruny. Taking a towel and wrapping it around my body letting my hair just fall on my shoulders to dry, I left the shower and face palmed myself what was I going to put on?

Creeping out the bathroom and walking to the living room I was surprised to see him not on the couch. Not wanting to be caught like this I turned back towards the bedroom to throw on my clothes from last night. I opened the door and gasped throwing my hands in front of me when Rick stepped out the room in his sweats and no shirt. The towel dropped when I let go and I was surprised when he closed his eyes immediately.

"I uh, thought you might need something to wear so..."

He reached forward passing me his shirt and some boxers. I took them running back to the bathroom the towel forgotten.

I locked the door behind me putting on the shirt and boxers. Smelling the shirt I moaned quietly smelling his scent all over it. Then stopped and thought was I unattractive or something. Why didn't he look at me?

I walked out and found him sitting on the couch watching the news. Before I could say anything he stood and went into the bathroom a few moments later the shower turning on. I sat and waited and waited and waited. When he finally came back to the living room he was dressed in a suit looking everywhere but me. He grabbed some keys and went to the door. I stared dumbfounded when he opened it about to leave.

I stood rushing over grabbing his hand that was on the door knob. He stiffened but stopped with his body facing away from me.

"Rick did I do something wrong?"

"No, I have to go to work. I'll be back in awhile. There's money in my draw and food flyers on the refrigerator. Get whatever you like."

He moved his hand from my mine and closed the door behind himself leaving me feeling confused and a bit hurt.

Making a rash decision I realized I actually cared what he thought of me. I cared that he was leaving. I've been in the streets long enough and learned from my mother as soon as you care for a man they will hurt you. I collected my things and left not taking a cent with me when I did.