"Alex?"
No answer.
The fucker is gone.
Leaving me vulnerable, blindfolded, in the dark.
Only this time, I don't have to wait that long for the alarm to go off. Maybe five minutes. But they are a long five minutes.
When the alarm goes off, I pull off the blindfold to a room of light.
There is more than before, as if more have been turned on, and I quickly button my shirt, tucking it in.
Same as last time, there is a message on my phone.
Alex
I will be nearby, watching you leave safe. There's a yellow cab on the curb, waiting for you. Get in.
I frown as I head out, down the stairs and outside. The guard is there... No, it is a different one, but he speaks. "Your cab's waiting."
"Who told you?"
"The boss."
"What..." I don't bother asking why there is a cab, just like I don't ask him to describe the boss. Maybe he didn't look, or maybe he has been instructed not to say a word about Alex. I don't want to sound like a weirdo or get him fired, so I look around, but of course, how would I recognize Alex?
Besides, I don't see anyone watching.
"Lola?" the cab driver asks as I get in.
"Yes. Who hir?—"
"I got paid on an app, and it was a call, so if you ask who hired me? Mr. Blatt."
I nod and go to give him my address, but he has already programmed it into his GPS.
Me
Why didn't you stay?
Alex
No fun in that.
Me
But you won't speak or let me see you.
Alex
Again, it's fun. But if you want a better explanation, it's because the anonymity is what makes this feel so good. Trust me.
I do trust him, though I don't know why, exactly.
I just let a stranger have sex with me. A stranger as in I know next to nothing about his life or what he looks like or even sounds like.
I know a lot about him, but then again...do I?
