He ignores my outburst and smirks."So, you are a hooker?"
"I'm a dancer."I roll my eyes.
He laughs."You're a whore."
"Whatever."I look away.
"What floor?"He asks and flashes the knife at me.
"Twelfth," I tell him and eye the panel.He pushes #12.I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I've made myself a little breathing room to think.On the ride up, I decide to try to talk myself into a room.
My phone begins to serenade us with Lionel Richie's "Truly."My eyes fill with tears with the gravity of my situation.Oh, Aurei!Knowing I've put myself in real danger and I might not see him again, I swallow hard and try to maintain my poker face and my composure.
The dude looks surprised as Lionel sings, then he laughs."Sounds like your pimp is calling."I look away as he reaches into my pocket for my phone.He pulls it out and reads the contact name."My Fucking Golden God.Really?What kind of name is that?"He looks at me and sees my tears.
I smirk."The kind of name you give a man you worship."
"I'm more interested in the golden part of the name."
"He's rich."
The doors of the elevators open."Really?How rich?"
"Filthy."I give him my best bitch face.
"Change of plans."He pushes #3 and holds the phone where I can see the text.
Siri, where are you?
"So, give it up, Babe.I need cash."
"I need to answer him, or he'll come looking for me."
He types.
At Lioness Towers.
You good?
Sure.
Tell Cat hello from me.
As he scrolls through my phone, he asks."Who's Cat?"
"My best friend."
He cuts his eyes at me."You were setting me up just then?"
It's a statement, not a question, but I answer him anyway."Maybe."
He continues to explore my phone, then he grins."You live in Red Rock Country Club Community?"
"Maybe."
He texts Aurei.
Ok.
