Indulge [h.s.]

Chapter One

"Daisy?" A deep voice spoke from behind as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I spun around and was greeted by light blue eyes and a wide smile, "Arthur! How are you?" I stood on the tips of my toes to embrace the older man in an intimate hug. His profile states that he is in his thirties but appears to be almost fifty. He had a slight stubble that covered his jaw, and his light brown hair neatly gelled back. He wore a suit that was most definitely tailored to fit him perfectly. For his age, he seemed to be in good shape.

His arms snaked around my hips, just above my ass, as he held me close to his body. As I pulled away, I flashed him a pearly white smile and tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear, all while keeping myself close to him.

"I got here a few minutes ago. I'll take you to our table." He smiled and kept a grip on my waist as we walked through the dimly lit restaurant. I always forget that places like this exist and that there are people who can afford to dine at them. It was rather fancy with its dark wooden floors and chandeliers hanging throughout.

He pulled out a chair for me to sit on and I complied, thanking him in the process. He made his way around the table and sat down with a low grunt.

"I got us some wine when I got here." He smiled and nodded towards the glass sitting on my side.

"Thank you, it's perfect." I smiled before taking the glass into my hand and raising it to my lips to drink.

"You look good, by the way. Super hot." He chuckled, eyes staring down my cleavage.

I wore a tight forest green cocktail dress that was made of some kind of knockoff silk. It clung to every curve of my body except for the top part which hung loosely. I accessorized with some earrings and a necklace and wore my favorite heels even though they hurt my feet terribly. I tried to present as expensive as possible. Although these men treat us like cheap whores, they don't want us to look like it.

"Not so bad yourself." I played into the cheap flirting.

He shook his head with a smile and looked at his hand that was fidgeting with his wine glass. A tan line from his wedding ring was marked on his finger. Most of the men I met were married so it didn't surprise or bother me. Their marriage was not my responsibility. I'm here to do what they paid me to do.

"Good evening, How are you two tonight?" The waiter asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I'll get the steak special," Arthur answered rudely, ignoring the hospitality of the server.

"Great choice, and for you, Miss?" The waiter forced a smile.

"Well, I'm not sure. I've never been here. What do you recommend?" I returned the smile.

"Oh, well-" He began.

"She'll have the Caesar salad." Arthur cut him off.

The waiter stood awkwardly, glancing between me and him.

I gathered myself quickly as I noticed my smile began to fall and nodded at the waiter.

"Okay, I'll be back." He collected our menus and walked off.

"What's been new with you?" I asked, taking another sip of my drink. It'll help get me through tonight.

"Work has been a disaster..." He began his tale of first-world problems. I mostly nodded and hummed in response to whatever it was he talked about. These men like to hear their own voices so I've learned it's best to ask questions about themselves. Usually, they just complain about their jobs.

"One steak special for the gentleman," The server quietly interrupted and began setting down our food, "and a Caesar salad for the lady." He smiled at me and refilled my wine glass before walking away.