Breaking Her Own Rules

10

"What? I wasn't going to ask you that. I wanted to know if you would like to attend another business meeting with me. A dinner, yes, but business."

"Why couldn't you do that on the app instead of tracking me down and visiting me in my home?"

Denny shrugged. "I rather do it face to face."

I smiled, it was a yeah right one, but still a smile.

"Plus you didn't bill me for the weekend. Usually I get a bill within five minutes of dropping you off."

I know I didn't bill him. I synced up when he dropped me back at the manor, but for some reason, I felt highly uncomfortable on billing him.

"Yeah, I know." Was all I could say. "It didn't feel right to bill you for the entire weekend."

"Then give your account details and I will move the money over." Denny said in  light tone as he sat on the edge off my bed. "Have you got a sofa here?"

"You're sitting on it." I told him. "No. I'll just bill you when I get to it."

Denny looked at me intrigued. "Is this a studio apartment?"

"No." I frowned. "The bedroom is full." Racks upon racks of clothing. A rich housewife has nothing compared to me.  "How did you find out where I live?"

"Don't I get offered a drink? A tea would be good."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "No."

"I told you, I'm resourceful. Fine. I'll make it. Would you like anything?"

I groaned as I dropped my head, going to the bench. I flicked the kettle on and pulled out a mug and a teabag and made him his damn tea. While I waited for the kettle to boil, I got myself a drink of water and swirled it around in the glass.

"So, just a question." Denny started as the kettle turned off. I poured the hot water in to the mug. "Oh, a dash of milk."

I gave him his milk in the tea and stirred before taking it over to him. Denny stayed seated on the end of my bed and I didn't sit, I stayed standing.

"No wonder you didn't want to get out off that bed." He mumbled as he wiggled on the mattress.

"What's your question?"

"I can understand why you don't date your clients, but why don't you have sex with them?"

It was a straight forward question and Denny showed no emotion on trying to get some.

"Personal reasons."

"Personal reasons." Denny repeated as he drunk his tea. "Nothing more?"

I didn't answer him. Instead I was still flicking the fringe out off my eyes. "I don't like it." I heard Denny.

"I'm sorry. I don't drink tea so I don't know what brand to buy." I said, exasperated with my fringe.

"The tea is fine. I meant your haircut."

"I don't either, so join the club." I told him, as I gave up. "They fucked up, cut it too short."

"It's a cosy place you have here." Denny said as he looked around.

"Thanks." I replied as I drunk more water. "It was my late p... Friends' place."

"Parents?"

Ah, he caught that. "No." I sighed out. "I had a partner, a couple years back. We lived here together than he died."

"I'm sorry."

I shook my head again. "It's in the past. Nothing can change that."

We stayed silent a bit longer as I looked away, feeling Denny trying to read me.