They reached the floor of the executive suit where he was stationed. To her surprise the whole floor had only two rooms. He opened the first among the two and spread his arm as if inviting her inside.
"You can relax here for the rest of the night. Do not worry about the clothing after the shower. The closet in the bedroom is filled with women's wear. Ana was shocked at his words. Just, when did he arrange for all that stuff?
She ran inside not minding he was still at her doorstep. The room looked exquisite with oak wood furniture, a huge plasma tv fitted to the wall. To the side was a pathway leading to a door which was probably a balcony. On the other side was another exit. Ana looked inside to find it was the washroom which was two times bigger than the room she occupies at the brothel equipped with the latest bathroom fixtures and even a jacuzzi.
On the opposite she found a walk-in which was filled with several varieties of outfits including undergarments and swim wear. She pondered on how he knew her size? Was he one of her clients in the past? If so, why was there a reluctance in him when she started opening her shirt buttons? He was directing his eyes to the floor as if he never saw or wouldn't like to see a woman's body.
Oh my God! Is he a gay?
The clothes did not belong to anyone else because they were brand new and designer wear with their price tags hanging. Ana's eyes popped out stunned by the fancy numbers on the price list. She decided to use the cheapest of the pairs for the nightwear. Just because she was getting the privilege she did not want to exploit it.
She came back to the entrance to lock the door and he was still standing there to her surprise. His mouth opened as if to tell her something but then he evidently resigned himself.
"Do you like the room? He asked and when she nodded, he withdrew a gold card from his wallet. "You can use this for tomorrow's shopping. Please do not hesitate to buy anything for the boutique and I will be pleased if you add something more to yourself."
"No. This is too much, I cannot take so much money from you." She protested. It was the first time somebody was giving her something instead of taking and she felt the feeling unique and cherishing.
"No. It's not. Besides, you may require more to buy furniture and other things."
"You are paying me too much." She countered again resisting his offer.
"Just take the goddamn card and don't argue with me," he snapped.
She was shell-shocked at his tone and glowered at him, unable to speak.
He ran a hand through his thick hair and softened his expression. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I will see you tomorrow."
She glared at this unorthodox male who was both confusing as well as beguiling. What an odd man and one who is damn hot for his own good.
As she made an attempt to leave, the man on the other hand was creating strange luscious vibes in her, she realized he hadn't asked for her number. Given his unexplainable familiarity, she considered the possibility of him already having her number but decided not to lose the opportunity of having the company of the handsome hunk in the future if at all there would be a chance.
"You don’t have my number." He looked up at her through his too-long lashes, and for the first time since she had been there, he fully smiled. A panty dropping grin that says, I-can-make-you-cum.
Disappointment jabbed at her. It had been an age since she had been so magnetically attracted to anyone. But this man wanted only friendship. And on top of that he scares the living daylights out of her that he might be the mafia killer. Her brain protested and went confused on what her feelings are for him.
"I will give you mine." He said smoothly and reached inside his jacket pocket. Taking out a business card he offered it but suddenly pulled it back with a frown. "Never mind, just type it in your phone as I say it."
Ana shook her head at his umpteenth bewildering action. The man was truly a weirdo. She took out her cell phone and handed it to him. It was then she realized she had forgotten his name. She gave him the nickname Mr Forbidden but it would surely not be his actual name. A smile laced her lips at the thought.
She had been a silly chatter-box having a never ending conversation with the man, agreeing to friendship, accepting favors and lusting about him but primarily forgetting his name. "Um, I didn't get your name?" Smile number two was even more relishing.
He leaned forward with his hands inside his pant pockets and whispered in her ears before fixing up a seductive grin. Mr Snuggle Bubbles. And Ana couldn't, for the life of her, command her eyes to leave his.
That was definitely not his name. Why did he say such a weird name to her? And to her shock the strange epithet sounded familiar. This man is...she doesn't know….he was promising at the same time being uncanny. Once again, she couldn't shake the thought he was trying to convey something with his eyes. But what? She shook her head to clear it and decided she would later call Joseph to enter his name in her phone.
Her ears were not oblivious to his heavy sigh as he stood straight and walked to his room. Unable to utter another syllable to this mystifying man, she closed the door behind her to have a steaming bath followed by a power nap, resisting the urge to look back at the perplexing Mr. Forbidden who wanted only to be her friend.
The following day, he picked her up as said sharply at nine. They met her mother at half past nine. "Good Morning mam, I am Jacob Taylor. How are you feeling today?" He asked her with respect and at the same time with some sort of intimacy she could not make out though he was meeting her for the first time. So Jacob is his name. Yeah, how could she forget it? Joseph mentioned to her about him many times.
"Everything will be taken care of and you will soon be out of the hospital." He assured her like he was speaking to his own mom and to Ana's puzzlement her mom smiled like really smiled. It has been years since she saw her mother's grin. "You will surely do. I know that." She spoke to him enthusiastically to her astonishment.
Just like he promised her, Jacob spoke to the doctor and the date for her surgery to clear the blood clot was finalized. He had paid for the surgery and cleared all her hospital bills. After doing so he spoke to someone on the phone like he was reporting her wellbeing to somebody.
Ana was confused about the eerie things going around her. Who was this man, who was he speaking to? Coming up all of a sudden why was he interested in taking care of her problems? He was not lusting after her like all the usual males who she came across in her profession. Then what does he expect from her?
They had breakfast with her mom which went lively. Ana felt like they were a family. After many long years she found her mom smiling like she used to do earlier.
An hour later they started to their next destination. He introduced her to his friend and she liked the place very much. The area was huge in the heart of the city with the potential to have high business. Afterwards his driver accompanied her to the shopping to set up the boutique.
There was something about this man about which she wasn't able to put the right words.
Who was he?