The Hug His Darkness
The Part 58
Quirinus was convinced that a woman like Annora would not easily believe in speech alone. It could be if he told about his profession that a gigolo verbally, not trusted. It might also be considered just his wits to keep Annora away. So he chose to show it directly. First, it shows that you are related to a woman.
Along the way, Annora was silent and inwardly guessing. The hotel? A lady? Don't want to talk? What exactly is Quirinus doing? Customer service?
What is clear, hearing the spoiled voice of the woman on the phone has managed to make Annora squeeze the seatbelt right on the chest. There was heat and did not accept, but it was not said because he wanted to know more details. It could be that what will be seen is one of the reasons Quirinus always shuts himself and has eyes full of darkness.
The more it enters the hotel basement, Annora's heart beats stronger. Somehow there is a feeling that indicates that you are not ready, but also curious.
“Come down,” said Quirinus while removing the seatbelt and opening the door.
Annora followed the man. They walked together without anyone making a sound.
Annora's hand squeezed the end of the oversized jacket's sleeve. He felt nervous, the pounding on the chest increasingly showed a sense of sadness. What else when invited down the hallway to a room.
When Quirinus stopped in front of the door that read five zero two, Annora also took the peck. Notice how the man knocked on the door and soon someone opened it from the inside.
“Mr. Hugo, you're finally willing to take my offer as well.” A beautiful young woman in skimpy clothes immediately rushed to embrace spoiled Quirinus and did not care if there were others there.
Annora's mouth was open. He was surprised not to play. More precisely very shocked, to the point of not being able to react in the form of sound.
Quirinus' client who felt unresponsive also grabbed a firm jaw with fur that felt rough, turning away to look at him. “This morning make love to me, right? What pay? Five hundred thousand euros or one million euros? Depending on the duration and performance of your beat.”
“Successful,” replied Quirinus short and cold. Again he looked towards Annora who remained the same, neither moving nor blinking, as if petrified into a statue.
Quirinus' client glanced in the same direction. Then he clucked. “He's a former client of yours who doesn't want to be stopped by his session until coming here?”
“Not.”
The hand of the woman with the red fingernail was wagging away Annora. “Go there! Today I paid Mr. Hugo to be bedmate. If you want too, queue.” He immediately grabbed Quirinus and pulled the man into the room, tightly closing the door.
When she heard the shocking sound, Annora opened her eyes. Inhaling because it had held back due to too chaotic the contents of his mind. “Jadi ... Qui job?”
As Annora was thinking and deducing from what she had just seen, suddenly a tall, large, and dashing figure appeared from behind the door. “I am a paid man who warms the beds of women.” He casually clarified the profession in front of Annora.
Annora's hand reflex squeezes the jacket right on the chest. It felt so crowded and in disbelief. But, Quirinus could always resist the desire when with him. Even looking after him continued as if the man was a shelter.
