"How much do you charge?" The man asked.
"What?" Erica was bewildered at the question.
"Look if it's a high price, I'll pay it as long as you don't have the clap or something" Erica then put two and two together. This man thought she was a prostitut...
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Michael could feel the bright light above him piercing into his eyes. It was white hot shinning down so intensely that he began to think he was dead and that this was the bright light spoke of from people who have had a near death experience.
A celestial voice began to call out his name and he was now convinced that his Mother prayed hard enough to God for an angel to take him to Heaven. The voice began to become more and more familiar sounding and some soft facial features started to unfold. He then realized that it was Erica's voice calling his name above him. This would probably be the closest thing Michael would ever get to an angel he imagined.
Erica's hair was still damp from the bath and soaking the side of her dusty rose nightwear she had on. She was natural and relaxed which was a contrast to her constructing work attire she usually wore. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body showing that she was self-conscious to have Michael see her in her improper state. Then again, he had just seen her semi naked in a bath a few minutes ago.
She stared down at Michael's relaxed form that had peacefully closed eyes and a small bump on his temple. Erica snapped quickly out of her trance when she recalled Michael spying on her bathing and flicked the side of his forehead.
"What was that for?" Michael groaned while he rubbed the side of his forehead and quickly sat up from the sofa.
Erica crossed her arms in an angrily power stance with a stubborn look on her face. "You know exactly what that was for, idiot."
He cracked his neck and looked back to Erica. Her eyes were basically piercing into his soul at this point. He was lost for words to justify his radical behavior. His feet felt like they were cemented to the floor once he got a glimpse of Erica in the bath. The little school boy crush he had on her along with his hormones took over at that moment and he just couldn't help himself.
"Oi, At least you don't have a concussion." Erica raised her eyebrows high in annoyance.
"You deserved it. I was completely naked you little prick." Michael scratched the back of his neck and sighed heavily.
"For fuck sake I'm sorry. I thought nobody was home I was going to take a piss after I left the flowers." He suggested over to the bouquet of red roses lying on the table. Erica pierced her lips at the stunningly scarlet colored flowers. Roses were always her favorite.
Michael noticed a small smile gradually form on Erica's lips and smirked to himself. "Your favorites, I know you too well darling." he rested back on the sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one quickly. Erica reached over and sneakily took one for herself to light up.
She scoffed at Michael's confidence and puffed her cigarette. "There a cliche so it was a lucky guess. And for a matter of fact, you know nothing about me Michael Gray."
