Danielle, Ginny, Annie and all the characters i made up are mine

She could feel his breath on the nap of her neck as she slept. She snuggled closer into her pillow, clenching the blanket tighter around her. He was sound asleep, she could tell by his breathing and lack of movement. She turned over so she was facing him. He was quite handsome, except for the white mask that hid one half of his face. His black hair was a mess and tangled and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed. She sat up slowly, wrapping the sheet around her. She did not want to wake him as she stood up slowly. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and looked up at her. She remembered when se had first saw his eyes, how they reminded her of cat's eyes.

"Stay." He whispered, pulling her back down onto the bed. She smiled weakly.

"I can not, monsieur. I have many other clients." She replied, hoping he would put up an argument. He closed his eyes again as he took a deep breath. He loosened his grip on her arm and hurried to dress.

"I will pay extra." He informed, turning over onto his back and staring at her. She froze and glanced over at him.

"Your wife, monsieur. Will she not be missing you?" she asked, knowing that he was not married because he wore no wedding band and he had removed one earlier.

"I have no wife." He replied, smiling. She turned to think about it. He was the kindest, most gentle man she had ever met ever since she had started this job.

"Please, mademoiselle." He added, reaching out his hand for her. She turned and stared at him. She nodded and took his hand. He pulled her into the bed, wrapping his arms around her, holding her to his chest. She reached up and traced his arms. He was quite muscular, as well. It was quite a surprise that he was not married or courting anyone. He was son asleep again as she lay there with him. She realized what services he had been seeking, not for pleasure like most men; but for companionship. He just wanted someone to hold and love. But during the night, he whispered a name, Christine. He might not have been courting someone; but there was someone was fond of.

She soon fell asleep, realizing she was slowly falling in love with this man. When she woke, she was alone. He was gone. She knew it was too good to be true. She stood up and started dressing. There was a note along with her money.

Mademoiselle,

Here is what I promised and there is extra if you promise to be waiting for me three nights from now, where we met before. I thank you for your companionship.

Your friend,

O.G.

She never been left a note before or been told to come back. She folded the note and placed it along with the money in her pocket. Her friends were waiting for her at their usual spot by the pub.

"Where have you been? We thought maybe Jack the Ripper got you." One of her newer friends, Ginny exclaimed. The oldest of the bunch snickered.

"That's in London, England, you twit." She said, slapping the younger girl on the head.

"So Danielle, where have you been?" the older lady turned to her. She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk away.

"This isn't fair. We saw you go with that man last night." Her best friend proclaimed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back into the circle.

"There is nothing to tell, girls. It was a normal job." She replied, smiling wickedly at them. They all rolled their eyes and nodded.

"You were with him all last night and half of today, little Danielle." The oldest said, placing her hands on her hips. She smiled again and took out the note.

"He wants to see me again and he paid me extra." She explained as they read the note.

"That's wonderful, Danny." The youngest told her, smiling.

"What wrong with him?" the oldest asked, handing the not back.

"Nothing is wrong with him, Annie. He is a perfect gentleman." She replied.

"No one who pays for companions is a perfect gentleman, Danielle. And there has to be something wrong with him, I saw that mask he wore." Annie explained, tweaking her nose.

"What was he hiding, Danielle?" Ginny asked.

"He never took it off and he wouldn't allow me to touch it." She replied, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders.

"Are you going to see him again?" Ginny asked, taking her hand. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"He paid me so I would, so I guess I should." She answered. She started walking off, leaving them to their gossip and chattering. Only her best friend, Claire followed her.

"What was he like, Danielle?" she asked, taking her arm. She smiled and chuckled.

"He was nice. He wasn't like anyone I've ever had." She answered, smiling. Her friend giggled as they walked being ignored by everyone else.

"He didn't want me leave when I first woke up. Then when I woke the second time he was gone." She added.