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3 | Repayment

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We walked on the street, neither one of us said a word. It never occurred to me why I was following him so trustingly.

Maybe I'm just too hungry to go against him.

He never looked back though, seeming confident that I'd follow him like a baby duckling following its mom.

I kept my eyes trained on his feet in front of me. Step by step we came to the other side of the town. Somewhere I've never been. He led me to a row of shops at the bottom of a run-down apartment before stopping in front of an auto shop.

He stepped into the threshold along with my lunch, passing by a car propped up on a car jack. My feet stopped before the greasy floor as I slowly took in my surroundings.

"Come in," he gestured to a partitioned room. "I don't bite."

He held open the door for me, stepping aside to let me in. Squaring my shoulders, I walked into what I assumed was his office.

"You're pretty trusting, aren't you? Your mama didn't warn you not to follow strangers?" he teased, going round the table and sat on a high backed chair.

I scoffed at his questions before lowering myself on the seat opposite him.

"Are you saying you're some pervert who preys on young boys and lure them into your lair?" I retorted.

A glint of amusement reflected in his eyes as he gave a low chortle.

"It's not luring if you follow me on your own will." He reached for the bag and took out a can of draught beer. "'Sides, you can leave anytime you want. I'm not holding anything against you."

"You're holding my lunch," I blurted out. I cringed internally at my childish answer. Way to go, Adrian. Way to go.

He stopped for a minute, holding his beer to his lips. Looking up at my flushed face, he broke into a loud guffaw. He was laughing so hard he started to tear up.

"Now, now. I paid for your lunch. Don't make me the bad guy here," he chastised, trying to hold in his laughter.

I sank deeper into the seat, hoping it would swallow me up from my embarrassment with my eyes closed. Hearing the rustle of the plastic, I peeped up only to see my lunch laying out in front of me.

I slowly crept my fingers forward, reaching for the lasagna while gauging his movement. He took a swig at his beer before putting it down on the desk, his eyes holding my gaze.

Sensing no movement on his part, I dragged  my meal across the table. Smack! His hand slammed on mine, warmth slowly trickling and seeping into my skin. I stared at him wide-eyed, confused by his actions.

"You don't expect a free lunch, do you?"

I gulped audibly, shaking my head. At that moment, I felt like a prey trapped under a hungry lion.

He slowly released his grip on my hand.

"Good. I expect you to clean the workshop after you're finished with your meal."

I nodded, staring at him as he made his way to the door.

"Oh! Almost forgot. You have one hour. Chop-chop," he added before closing the door behind him.

Looking at the closed door, I exhaled in a breathy rush without realizing I was holding my breath the entire time.

I swiveled back to my lasagna, taking a huge chomp of it. Feeling a little parched, I reached into the bag for my coke. My gaze flitted to the unfinished beer. Looking behind my shoulders to make sure he wasn't around, I took the can of beer in my hand.

My fingers skimmed over the metal rim. It was wet with condensation and probably...saliva. All of a sudden, I feel like an adolescent discovering the sexual promiscuity of a dirty magazine.

Feeling somewhat daring, I placed my lips on the rim and tilted my head back, feeling the liquid sliding down my throat.

It felt almost... sexual.

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