Chapter 2 Who will love an escort

Before he could pick himself up and leave, this woman was seated on top of him whining her waist slowly.

"This is it!" He thought. "I'm finished, I'm done for"

but with strong willpower, he pushed her off, and sat up on the couch, he started to dress up while Roxy sat down watching him totally surprised and confused at the same time.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Why are you acting like I'm some sort of predator?"

Taz sighed, "I'm sorry for startling you but I'm scared." he shivered.

Roxy chuckled and got up, she started to get her clothes and put them back on, "I can't believe this, are you married or something?" she inquired as she put her leather jacket back on.

"I used to be" he replied.

"Oh so you are divorced?" she snapped feeling annoyed and slightly agitated. No man had ever been able to reject her seduction, every client had one compliment for her, 'temptress' She was irresistible and she knew it, not just because everyone told her but because it was evident when she looked at herself in the mirror.

"I lost my wife, and I know this is childish but every time I try to move on, I feel like her ghost is in the corner somewhere ready to attack me," he replied and laughed uncomfortably. Roxy got up from the couch, and marched to the door,

"That's not childish it's perfectly human," she responded. When she got to the door she turned around to ask him a question.

"You paid for my services, are you willing to watch me go without getting any action?" she asked, still unable to believe the rejection she had just suffered.

"Do you mind if we talk?" Taz asked.

"Talk? You paid all that money so we could talk?" Roxy asked.

"It could compensate the money somehow" Taz replied.

According to her job description, she wasn't allowed to have any discussions with her clients, hers was to pleasure these men and get paid, nothing more, nothing less. Talking was out of the question but something about Taz made him look pitiful, it wasn't his innocent brown eyes or his soft pink lips. Maybe it was his lonely home and life, perhaps that was it.

"I don't get paid to talk... but I will make the exception for you. Just make sure that my management doesn't hear about this do you hear me?"

Taz nodded, sighed, and watched as she sat at the dining table, he quickly joined her thinking she would take off the mask and he would get to see the face underneath the mask but she didn't.

"Tell me about your wife, what happened?" she asked.

Taz sighed sadly, "We had been trying for a child then one day she got pregnant, we were so happy to finally be parents, but she started bleeding during labour, she couldn't make it and so did the baby. That was how I lost both my wife and baby on the same day."

Roxy felt bad for him, "I'm so sorry to hear that. How long were you married?"

"5 years, we were together for 7 years but married for 5 years" he replied.

"So sorry to hear this, is there a way I can make you feel better?" Roxy tried to find a way to console him because his story sounded horrible and sad to her.

'I'm fine, thanks for listening to me, sometimes it gets lonely here and I just want someone to talk to" Taz replied.

"So do you live here all by yourself?" She said.

He nodded, "I do. Sometimes I feel like she's still here with me and it makes me feel better. I started to talk to the walls hoping she would hear me and respond."

Roxy shook her head, this man needed saving, it was one thing to talk to the walls but expecting a reply was a new level of delusion.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Taz" he responded.

"Taz, I think that you should either move out of this place for some time or get a maid or a friend, let someone move in here with you. It will help a lot." She advised.

Taz was sceptical, he wasn't ready to let anyone in yet,

"Thanks for the advice."

Roxy got up and said, "I have to get going, if my management realizes that I was chit-chatting they will punish me for it."

"So sorry to take your time, but thank you so much for listening," Taz replied, getting up.

He followed her to the door and waved her goodbye. It was after she had left that he realized that he hadn't asked for her name but that was okay, he wasn't sure their paths would cross again.

However, the next morning, made him realize how much their conversation lifted some burdens off his chest. He felt lighter and less depressed. It had been a long time since he had sat down to chit-chat with someone, he needed someone to talk to, someone who would listen. As a neurosurgeon, there were days when he was swamped and there were days when he was free.

Today was one of those days when he was between busy and free so he sat in his office examining his next case for the next patient, when Perry barged in, he was still in his operation gown which made it obvious that he was just from the theatre.

"You ungrateful child, why didn't you call to tell me how your night went?" he screamed.

Taz rolled his eyes, he was about to talk about how the night went when he remembered what the escort told him, she had said she wasn't allowed to chitchat with customers.

"Can you call her again for me tonight? I want the same escort" he found himself saying.

Perry looked very impressed, "great! But I'm not paying for you this time, she's expensive."

"Give me her details," Taz demanded.

Perry looked impressed, "looks like Roxy did a great job last night."

Taz eyes lit up, "It was great!"

Perry frowned, "Taz, I hope you have my warnings at the back of your mind. I've already told you, this is her job. So just do your part and let her go. Don't develop feelings for her, do you hear me?"

"Just give me the damn number, I'm not a child!" Taz stubbornly replied. He needed to see Roxy again and these warnings meant nothing to him. Who in their right mind would fall in love with an escort anyway? Certainly not him.