“Yes. Those are my only conditions,” I replied quickly.
“I won’t be able to pay you,” she added. There was definite shame in her voice, and I didn’t like that one bit.
“I didn’t ask for money, did I?”
“No,” she replied softly. She bit her lip and my cock hardened at the sight.
Caught off guard, I looked away quickly and swallowed hard. That was unexpected. I sighed and turned back to her, only to see her watching me fretfully.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked tentatively. Her eyes kept glancing at the scars that marred my face. I knew what she was going to ask before she even said a word. I’d seen that look on countless faces.
“You want to know where my scars come from,” I offered with a smile.
“Were you in a knife fight or something dangerous?” she quipped.
“No,” I chuckled. “It’s nothing like that. When I was a boy, I went out camping with my dad. We stayed up late, roasting marshmallows and telling scary stories. One of the campsites close by had forgotten to tie up their extra food and I heard a girl yell out. I rushed to help, thinking maybe she was hurt, but I saw a fifteen-year-old girl standing almost toe to toe with a bear. I thought I was indestructible at that age and when the bear reared up, I got close enough to push her out of harm’s way. She didn’t get hurt luckily, although I ended up taking his paw across my face instead. My dad hadn’t been far behind me though, which was lucky for me. He shot his gun into the air and that was enough to scare it off.”
“A bear,” she echoed. Her eyes narrowed and I could tell that she was trying to decide whether she believed me or not.
“Yeah. I named him Smokey. He’s still out there somewhere in the Montana woods,” I chuckled.
She smiled in return, and I could tell she felt more at ease.
I sat back and took a sip of my own coffee. “I have an appointment with a contractor shortly. If you’re still here tonight, I will take that to mean you’ve accepted my offer,” I said firmly.
She nodded and took another bite of her sandwich. I took several large mouthfuls of my own meal before standing up.
“I hope to see you for dinner tonight. If not, I understand,” I said more gently this time. I took the rest of my coffee in my hand and strode off, but I knew she was watching me with every step.
I tried to ignore the way my cock strained at the thought of her eyes on me like that.
A girl like her should be off limits to a man like me. I should know better.