Proposition Ch3
Once again he asked her
"Do ye like it here miss?" her answer was not the same as it had been the night before. She looked at her lap with downcast eyes and said
"No. I hate this slum." He'd felt that he answer would be such tonight, and sprang at her rely.
"I can take you away from here luv. Away from all this." He stood up and took her hand. She followed, somewhat reluctant at first. Then she realized where they where going. Upstairs. She hated it up there. She'd been taken advantage of so many times. All those memories came flooding back. She didn't want to go. She bargained with herself.
"If I don't I'll likely lose my job. But if I do…"
It was too late now though. Jack had taken into a room and locked the door. He led her over to the bed, and she sat down and began to unbutton her dress.
"Wait luv. That's not why I brought you here." She stopped and looked up, surprised. She didn't understand. Why was he so different? What did he want with her if not…
Jack saw the tears in her eyes and sat down next to her on the bed.
"Do yer shirt back up miss." She did as she was told. Then she looked up at him, into his eyes. No, he doesn't want to take advantage of me. There's more to him. There's no lust in those eyes, only. What she saw shocked her. Could he really love her? She didn't understand.
"Do you want to leave here miss?"
"Yes." She replied softly.
"Then I have a proposition for ye."