Authors: Emilia Kincade
If a pin dropped, we’d hear it.
I push off him, flustered and frustrated, and quickly zip up my jeans and do up the button.
“Go!” I say with venom, pointing toward the curtained doorway. “Leave. God, do you
ever
stop messing around?”
“I’ll pick you up after work,” he says. He grabs his crotch and adjusts it to exaggerated effect, and I can only look away, shake my head.
“No you won’t.”
“We can talk more about my cock piercing then.”
“I’ll cut it off,” I say. I make a pair of scissors out of my index and middle finger.
He winces. “Ouch. See you at six.”
Before I can reply, he’s left the curtain flapping in his wake, his finger in his mouth, and a cocky swagger in his step.
I part the curtain, and catch him wink at Maya in the waiting room. I clench my jaw.
When comes into the back, sidling past me, she stops, seems to sniff the air. Dread fills me. Can she…
smell
it?
“I like his cologne,” she tells me a moment later.
“Mm,” I sound, turning around and taking a moment to collect myself.
“Not too strong.”
“Yeah.”
“Smells expensive.”
“Sure.”
“I’ve smelled it before. I think it’s—”
I cut her off. “You ready?”
Maya looks stung. I’m being too short with her, and it’s unfair. She has no idea, and she’s also my client. Wrong. She’s
Tina’s
client, and damned if I’m going to lose her because I couldn’t put on a better bedside manner.