The next morning I grab whatever I've left on his floor and leave before he wakes up, making sure he payed me the correct amount. As I walk down the street I call a cab and wait in a nearby coffee shop. As I walk to the counter to order a latte I bump into a broad shoulder, turning to glare at the man "watch it" I snap, and turn away but look back to see him looking back at me as well, I find myself locked in the gaze of his deep green eyes and notice his neat hair and his well taylored suit.
I turn away hurriedly and blush as I order my latte and think of the gorgeous man. I stand to the side and wait for my latte. By the time I've taken a couple sips of the coffee I get a notification my cab is here. I walk out to the sidewalk and when I see my cab I
climb in, giving him the directions to my house. I pay and step out, eager to relax in my bed.
Once I'm inside my home I kick off my shoes and walk to the kitchen, setting down my empty cup form the coffee shop and walk to my bathroom, taking a quick shower and getting into some comfier clothes and lay down on my bed, pulling out my phone to see a text from my boss saying I have a new client who booked the whole night of my next shift. My boss tells me to prepare and I sigh, lying back down and getting comfortable so I can have some much needed rest.
I wake up a couple hours later and simply spend the rest of the day drinking and preparing myself for whatever this greedy client wanted. I hate this goddamned job.
