Chapter Six: Deer in the Headlights
Author's Note: Sorry this has taken soooo long to get out. My muse was being obstinate. She's been playing favorites and only letting me write Snapey stuff. *sticks tongue out at muse* Not that I mind about the Snape thing, necessarily, but... I would like to finish this eventually.
For Nita, since she was so excited about it.
* * *
Satine climbed into the passenger seat of the car. "Nice wheels ya got."
"You," he corrected, almost subconsciously.
"What?"
He sighed as she turned he key in the ignition. "The correct way to speak that sentence would be to say 'Nice wheels YOU got.' And that's not even right. The truly correct way would be to say 'Your car is very nice.'"
She stared at him, her painted lips parted slightly. "You're insane, that's what ya are."
Biting his lip to keep from correcting her yet again, he sped off into the night.
* * *
Though his intentions were far from perverse, he still felt... dirty... as he opened the door to allow Satine in. There was a hooker in his house, he thought silently. That had to be a first. In fact, he was quite sure that having ANY woman in his house was a first.
He watched as she sauntered through the house to the living room, where she sprawled across his couch in such a position that her already-short skirt rose even higher and exposed even more of her legs. "Where do we start?"
"Well..." he averted his eyes, choosing instead to stare out the window. "We start with getting you new clothes first thing in the morning."
She sat up. "What's wrong with my clothes, eh? You got a problem with 'em?"
"Um, well, no, not exactly. But you see, I am supposed to, er, present you to society as a well-bred young woman, and as such, you will need more proper attire."
She crossed her arms obstinately. "Well, I certainly ain't paying for new clothes."
Lord, she did have a one-track mind. "Don't worry, I'll provide the payment."
She shrugged. "Whateva." Glancing around the apartment, she inquired. "So, where do we sleep?"
"We? Er, YOU will sleep in the guest bedroom."
"What about you?"
He frowned at her. "Why do you ask?"
She examined her fingernails, brushing them against the top of her shirt. "In case I..." the hand drifted slightly south, "need something."
Christian was taken by a sudden fit of coughing, and he turned away from her to compose himself. Great Scott, how was he going to live with this woman for the next month? She was atrocious, scandalous, indecent, and ill mannered... he turned back around.
She was also standing approximately two inches away from him.
"Hey there," she breathed, smiling coyly. Her delicate hands ran up the front of his suit jacket before sliding beneath the material to push it off his shoulders. He froze, staring into her seductive green eyes like a deer trapped in the headlights. Well, that is... if deer were commonly seduced by headlights. Which he doubted.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but as her breath tickled his skin, he jerked back to life. "Pardon me, Miss Satine!" He stumbled backwards, landing awkwardly on the couch. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, pulling his jacket more firmly around himself. "I thought I had made it quite clear that there were to be no sexual favors."
She laughed girlishly, seating herself on his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "This ain't a favor, hon. I expect full pay for my... services." She pressed herself against him, her fingers beginning to undo his top button.
On sheer instinct, he abruptly pushed her from his lap onto the ground. "You don't understand..."
She held up a hand, stripping off her tank and revealing the black lace bra she wore beneath it. "No, no, I understand. I've done it on the floor before. Lotsa guys like it like that."
Christian was positive that his jaw dropped, though whether it was from her lack of clothing or from her statement he wasn't quite sure yet. Probably both.
Her face. Focus on her face. "For the last time, I do not want to sleep with you. I mean no... disrespect, of course. This is a purely professional arrangement. There will be none of..." he gestured to her, "that."
Satine shrugged and reached for her tank top. "Then why don't ya show me where I sleep and stop wasting time. A girl need her beauty sleep, ya know."
He swallowed, hard. "Aren't you going to... put that on?"
"I wasn't planning on it."
He blinked. "Oh." Good Lord. He was beginning to regret ever THINKING of this idea. Why couldn't he have just left well enough alone? He didn't need a woman, really. I mean, plenty of men stayed bachelors their entire lives. But nooo, he had to go and come up with this wonderful idea to turn a prostitute into a lady. Riiiight.
He doubted that she'd ever even SEEN a lady.
This was going to be... interesting, for lack of a better word. For... desperate lack of a better word.
One month. Thirty days. It wasn't really that long, was it?
Staring fixedly at his shoes, he led her into the guest bedroom. "I'm Christian Higgins, by the way."
He couldn't see it, but he knew that she was flashing him that coy smile again... the smile that made his knees shake. "Call me whatever ya want, babe."
Thirty days was going to be hell.
END CHAPTER SIX
Author's Note: Sorry this has taken soooo long to get out. My muse was being obstinate. She's been playing favorites and only letting me write Snapey stuff. *sticks tongue out at muse* Not that I mind about the Snape thing, necessarily, but... I would like to finish this eventually.
For Nita, since she was so excited about it.
* * *
Satine climbed into the passenger seat of the car. "Nice wheels ya got."
"You," he corrected, almost subconsciously.
"What?"
He sighed as she turned he key in the ignition. "The correct way to speak that sentence would be to say 'Nice wheels YOU got.' And that's not even right. The truly correct way would be to say 'Your car is very nice.'"
She stared at him, her painted lips parted slightly. "You're insane, that's what ya are."
Biting his lip to keep from correcting her yet again, he sped off into the night.
* * *
Though his intentions were far from perverse, he still felt... dirty... as he opened the door to allow Satine in. There was a hooker in his house, he thought silently. That had to be a first. In fact, he was quite sure that having ANY woman in his house was a first.
He watched as she sauntered through the house to the living room, where she sprawled across his couch in such a position that her already-short skirt rose even higher and exposed even more of her legs. "Where do we start?"
"Well..." he averted his eyes, choosing instead to stare out the window. "We start with getting you new clothes first thing in the morning."
She sat up. "What's wrong with my clothes, eh? You got a problem with 'em?"
"Um, well, no, not exactly. But you see, I am supposed to, er, present you to society as a well-bred young woman, and as such, you will need more proper attire."
She crossed her arms obstinately. "Well, I certainly ain't paying for new clothes."
Lord, she did have a one-track mind. "Don't worry, I'll provide the payment."
She shrugged. "Whateva." Glancing around the apartment, she inquired. "So, where do we sleep?"
"We? Er, YOU will sleep in the guest bedroom."
"What about you?"
He frowned at her. "Why do you ask?"
She examined her fingernails, brushing them against the top of her shirt. "In case I..." the hand drifted slightly south, "need something."
Christian was taken by a sudden fit of coughing, and he turned away from her to compose himself. Great Scott, how was he going to live with this woman for the next month? She was atrocious, scandalous, indecent, and ill mannered... he turned back around.
She was also standing approximately two inches away from him.
"Hey there," she breathed, smiling coyly. Her delicate hands ran up the front of his suit jacket before sliding beneath the material to push it off his shoulders. He froze, staring into her seductive green eyes like a deer trapped in the headlights. Well, that is... if deer were commonly seduced by headlights. Which he doubted.
She leaned forward to kiss him, but as her breath tickled his skin, he jerked back to life. "Pardon me, Miss Satine!" He stumbled backwards, landing awkwardly on the couch. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, pulling his jacket more firmly around himself. "I thought I had made it quite clear that there were to be no sexual favors."
She laughed girlishly, seating herself on his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "This ain't a favor, hon. I expect full pay for my... services." She pressed herself against him, her fingers beginning to undo his top button.
On sheer instinct, he abruptly pushed her from his lap onto the ground. "You don't understand..."
She held up a hand, stripping off her tank and revealing the black lace bra she wore beneath it. "No, no, I understand. I've done it on the floor before. Lotsa guys like it like that."
Christian was positive that his jaw dropped, though whether it was from her lack of clothing or from her statement he wasn't quite sure yet. Probably both.
Her face. Focus on her face. "For the last time, I do not want to sleep with you. I mean no... disrespect, of course. This is a purely professional arrangement. There will be none of..." he gestured to her, "that."
Satine shrugged and reached for her tank top. "Then why don't ya show me where I sleep and stop wasting time. A girl need her beauty sleep, ya know."
He swallowed, hard. "Aren't you going to... put that on?"
"I wasn't planning on it."
He blinked. "Oh." Good Lord. He was beginning to regret ever THINKING of this idea. Why couldn't he have just left well enough alone? He didn't need a woman, really. I mean, plenty of men stayed bachelors their entire lives. But nooo, he had to go and come up with this wonderful idea to turn a prostitute into a lady. Riiiight.
He doubted that she'd ever even SEEN a lady.
This was going to be... interesting, for lack of a better word. For... desperate lack of a better word.
One month. Thirty days. It wasn't really that long, was it?
Staring fixedly at his shoes, he led her into the guest bedroom. "I'm Christian Higgins, by the way."
He couldn't see it, but he knew that she was flashing him that coy smile again... the smile that made his knees shake. "Call me whatever ya want, babe."
Thirty days was going to be hell.
END CHAPTER SIX