“No, sir.” I slip my hands between my thighs to stop myself from fiddling with them. Not wanting him to read my body language and see how nervous he makes me.
“I’ve paid the invoice, by the way. You should have the funds now, if you needed the money.”
“Thank you. I just had a notification.” After tonight’s turn of events, I try to clear my head and make sense of it all. I started this live with about fifty subscribers and ended with only one and a thousand pounds in my bank account. “Can I ask why?”
“Why what?”
“There are hundreds of girls on this app. Some do way more than me. Wouldn’t you have been better paying one of those?”
“I told you I want you to keep your clothes on. Those women aren’t for me. I wanted you. My nightingale nurse whose siren song drew me in.”
“I don’t sing.”
“You don’t have to sing. You don’t realise it, but you have the most soothing voice. Like a lullaby soothing my soul. I can only imagine what your touch could do.” He leans closer to the screen, clasping his leather hands together. They’re huge. Maybe it’s the camera angle, but I can’t stop thinking about what those hands could do to me.
I push the thought aside, but he carries on showering me with compliments.
“Not to mention how beautiful you are.”
“With my blonde wig?” I raise an eyebrow and push the black frame of my glasses further up my nose.
“I knew you were hiding under that disguise. You’re still hiding behind those glasses, but I see you. You’re beautiful, and you don’t need to hide from me.”
“It's not hiding if it's a disguise.” It seems pointless now to keep up with the charade, so I pull the glasses from my face.
“That’s better. I can see more of your beautiful features.”
I can’t stop the smile from pushing my cheeks up. I could get used to this. Someone paying me to give me compliments. While he may have coaxed me into taking off my wig and glasses, he hasn’t seen me without my makeup. And he’s not likely to either.
Checking the time on my phone, I don’t have long left. “I have about fifteen minutes left before I need to get ready for bed.”
“You go to bed at ten?”
I huff. “No, but it takes me a while to get ready for bed. I don’t just turn this off and hop under the covers.” I wave a hand at the camera. “For starters, I have to take off my nail varnish and then my makeup, then get changed and brush my hair.”
“You can do all that now while we chat.”
“I’m not getting changed in front of you.”
His chest shakes with a deep laugh. “You were about to fucking strip for me and fifty others. Now you’re not willing to change into your pyjamas.” He leans back, his leathered handsresting on the arms of the swivel chair. “What do you wear to bed?”
My lips curl upwards. I lean over, giving him a private show of my cleavage. “I sleep naked.”
The screen ends just below his belt, not allowing me to see if I’m having any effect on him or if he’s immune to the seductive tricks I have up my sleeve, or down my dress, but he shifts in his seat, creaking the leather.
“Maybe take your nail varnish off and your makeup, then. Save getting undressed until you’re off the live.”
I can do the former, but he’s off his head if he thinks he’s seeing me without makeup. I’d sooner strip for him than take off my makeup, completely bare and vulnerable.
7
LILLY
“So he just removed all your subscribers?” Hazel whispers, her brow wrinkling as she widens her eyes.
“Yes.” I change Mr Wilson’s saline fluid while he sleeps.
“How is that even possible?” Hazel tucks his bed sheet under the mattress.
