Feelings Sold Separately - Aemond Targaryen

Chapter Four - The Negotiation

Aemond Targaryen

"So, if I get this position how much will I be paid?" She smiled, Aemond enjoying her more outgoing side.

"My past sugar babies were given a thousand dollars a week as well as gifts." He sat back in his chair, watching as emotions fluttered past Maysie's face, like she couldn't pick one.

"No." She shook her head.

"No?" Aemond chuckled. "Is that not enough for you, Little Dragon?"

"What?" She scoffed. "No, that's too much money, Aemond." He liked the sound of his name on her lips. "I expected minimum wage and yeah, sure gifts are fine, but a thousand dollars a week is, that's, that's not right." She too sat back in her chair, her coffee long forgotten, a look of defeat on her face.

"Okay." Aemond hated negotiations, he hated having to compromise when it came to business deals. Yet here he was, about to, and willing to, give Maysie whatever she wanted as long as he could have her. "I'll pay you minimum wage, but The Red Keep's regulated minimum wage, not Flea Bottom's." He reasoned, knowing she was only getting 3 gold per hour made his skin crawl, 7 gold an hour would be just fine to ease her into the arrangement. And it just meant he'd have to buy her extremely expensive gifts the first few months to even things out in his mind.

"Okay." She nodded her head, clearly proud of her ability to get what she wanted. "My other question," She paused, looking towards the napkin. "If I get hired, what will we be doing?" She looked back at him.

"During the week I'd ask you to accompany me to dinner just the two of us at least once, and if I have any work events during the week that I might need a date for, you'll accompany me."

"I guess it's a good thing I work mornings then." She laughed, finally taking another sip of her coffee, Aemond's already gone.

"What time specifically do you work?" Aemond asked, grabbing another paper from his coat, ready to fill in the missing information on the contract, as well as strike out the past payment plan.

"I start at 6:30 in the morning and I get off at 2:30 in the afternoon." Maysie said. "I work here, by the way."

"I assumed so, Little Dragon." She frowned, tilting her head slightly. "Your jeans have a coffee stain on the left leg and there's sugar on your shirt." He chuckled as she feverishly brushed the sugar off, her cheeks now a bright pink.

"I didn't even think of that." Aemond hummed at her answer, he liked how it felt to just be another person. She wasn't watching what she said per say, and she didn't fix her hair or clothes the moment he walked in. She was just herself, and he found comfort in that. "What about weekends? What will we do then?"

"Different things." He shrugged. "Shopping, getting lunch, watching a play or movie, whatever you like to do on the weekends we can do that too." Aemond looked back at her and the untouched bagel. He hated the fact that it just sat there, but they had only known each other for less than an hour, he didn't want to push. "The same can be said about the week. I have a very flexible work schedule so whatever you want to do, and whatever errands you have, I'd like to participate."

"Even grocery shopping?" She playfully said.

"Especially grocery shopping." Aemond chuckled. "I like to feel needed, so yeah, I'd like to take you grocery shopping." He knew it sounded weird, most Sugar Daddies took their women to fancy resorts and crazy clubs, but Aemond just wanted to feel needed in the mundane.

"I think I can handle that." She nodded, smiling. "When will I know if I got the job?"

Aemond just chuckled, she would have this job if it was the last thing he did. "You have the job, Little Dragon." Aemond stood up and grabbed his coat, the deep pockets had come in handy for this particular trip. "This is for you." Aemond handed her a phone and it's charger. "It's got my number programmed inside, you can throw away the other one."

"I can't accept this." She shook her head, her posture leaning away from the phone as if it had offended her.

"I need a way to reliably contact you, so yes, you have to accept it." Aemond sat back down, pushing a piece of paper and his pen back towards her. "This is the contact, I want you to take it home and read it over, then tomorrow, if you don't already have plans for this weekend, you can give it to me signed, or let me know if you need something changed. I also thought we could do some shopping tomorrow, if you're up for it." He tried to hide the hopefulness of his voice, though he feared he failed.

"Okay, yeah, that, that sounds like a good plan." She smiled nervously, but grabbed the phone and put it in her pocket, the contract now in her hands. "What time would you like to meet up?"

"I'll pick you up at 9 in the morning, just text me your address." He smiled, standing once again, though this time he put his coat on.

"Okay." Maysie said breathlessly. "Okay."

"Think it over, if you decide you can't do this, that's okay too." Aemond put his hands in his pockets. "Just let me know." He smiled before walking away, he wanted to stay longer, talk to Maysie until he lost his voice. But he could see her fiddling with her fingers and the way her breathing became shallow. He didn't want to stress her out, so he left, hoping that she'd contact him that night with her address, hoping that she wouldn't back out.

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'She didn't back out.' Aemond smiled at his phone, Maysie's address and a smiley face sent to him a few minutes ago along with a text that said she's excited to see him tomorrow.

He wasn't sure why he felt this excited, he never had before. Yet as he cooked dinner he found himself genuinely excited for the next day. Going through the motions didn't mean he was closer to another day wasted at work doing next to nothing, as his night continued, as he kept up his routine, it meant tomorrow he would see Maysie.

Aemond hated it, the weird fluttering in his chest, he hated when people talked about how excited they were to see someone, and he hated the idea of feeling something for someone else. It had never happened before and yet there he was, laying in bed trying to figure out the best coffee shop to stop by before picking her up.

Because even if he thought cold coffee was disgusting, he'd buy it if it meant he got to see someone smile at him without fear in their eyes and if it meant someone would talk to him like he was just another guy.