Chapter 3:

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At some point in the night Harry and Severus had both drifted off and Harry woke up slightly entangled in the sheets and each other. He sighed to himself as the midnight kiss floated back to him and he continued to tell himself it was just another job and that after they parted ways things would go back to normal and they would eventually forget about each other. He climbed out of the bed where Severus was still asleep and ran his hand through his hair. He put on a pot of the hotel coffee and padded into the large bathroom to have a quick shower. When he had finished and came out of the bathroom with only a towel on and another one drying his hair he noticed that the bed was empty and that Severus was on the phone with someone.

He picked up his pants and slid them on under his towel before dropping it and pulling on the white tshirt he had wore under his dress shirt. He finished drying his hair and Severus handed him one of the mugs of coffee that he had poured before heading into the bathroom. He could tell the drinks the man had the night before had caught up with him and the only answer was strong coffee, a big breakfast, and a hot shower. He picked up the discarded room service menus from the night before and ordered them both a large breakfast. After all it was free and he didn't think many shops would be open because of the holiday.

Severus came out of the bathroom the same way he went in: fully clothed. Harry had to admit he was curious to admire more of the man's creamy complexion, however Severus didn't seem to have the same thing on his mind. Severus poured himself another cup of coffee and nursed it before taking a seat in one of the rather plush chairs and pulling his shoes over so he could slide his feet inside.

"I don't know if you can stay, but I ordered us breakfast, after all it is one of the best cures for that hangover," Harry said breaking the silence.

"I can stay," Severus said curtly, which led Harry to smile slightly back at him.

A few days later Harry found himself still trying to forget Severus, he knew how to get to the man if he needed to. Lucius would more than likely offer any contact information and if not he was sure he could sway some lower level girl in the company to find out for him. He was breaking the number one rule in the handbook by falling for a client, but at the same time he felt fairly confident that he would never seen Severus again. That the feelings would dissipate with time. In the mean time he had busied himself with clients. When he was working it reminded him why he had started escorting to begin with, and that a client was a client. Once they left the false reality the four walls offered they were just a client and an escort. They would part ways and unless they were a regular Harry doubted he would see them again.

Today Harry found himself in the company of one of his favorite regulars. Mick was a famous footballer and loved the discretion that Harry offered to him. Like most of his regulars, Mick was married and had a family. He wasn't willing to be open with his sexuality and veiled it the best way he knew how, by marrying a beautiful woman and having children. Hiring an escort helped with the urges and it was viewed by most of his clients the proper alternative to a real affair. The only problem with Mick is that he was one of those clients that liked to think that he was the only client. Harry could have him eating out of the palm of his hand in a matter of minutes. Mick was also the type of client who liked to bring him gifts. Being a footballer Mick traveled a lot and he always brought Harry a small souvenir back with him.

"You're fucking beautiful lad," Mick breathed heavily and still tied to the bed.

"Part of the job description," Harry winked at him.

"Any chance you could untie me now?" Mick grinned up at him.

"What's in it for me?" Harry asked running a finger down Mick's muscled chest and abdomen.

"Well I might have a little surprise for you," he replied, throwing Harry a wide grin.

"Might?" Harry asked fingering the ties on Mick's wrists.

"You know I do lad," Mick laughed.

Harry untied Mick and found a small gift bag thrust into his hands. He was never much one for receiving gifts, but he enjoyed that Mick took the time to think of him. He pulled open the black shiny bag and pulled out a small snow globe of Manhattan. He grinned at Mick before he shook and watch snow fall down on the city. Mick explained how he had been meeting with American sponsors and saw it in one of the tourist shops and thought exclusively of him. He gave Mick a quick kiss before rolling out of bed and heading into the bathroom to shower and clean himself up. Mick was gone by the time he exited the bathroom, leaving a tip on the pillow for him, and a note saying he'd see him soon and to keep a space in his diary clear for him.

After finishing the job with Mick, Harry went downtown to the used bookstore. He found solace in the shelves and particularly enjoyed reading about the lives of others. He was sifting through the various shelves when he came across a book that caught his eye, or well the name on the book did. He picked up the rather thick book because the first name of the author was Severus and the last name was Snape. The book was some kind of medical journal and didn't have a picture of the author, but how could it not be him? He didn't know what compelled him to buy it, but he did.

After the bookstore he headed home to change and shower before his next appointment. Apparently he had scored a new client and a new client always meant the chance to gain a new regular. He had to make sure he was waxed and polished to the best of his ability and got dressed. Normally he would dress his best, but he had been instructed to dress in everyday wear, so he pulled on a black jumper and his favorite pair of jeans and his favorite pair of trainers. He brushed his hair and pulled on a beanie and his overcoat and headed outside. He caught a cab on the corner. For taxis he usually got a mini-cab on the way to an appointment and a black cab on the way home. Mini-cabs were terrible with directions but they were cheaper because more often than not they had no idea where they were going. Black cabs were a smoother trip but they liked to take the long way round and push up your fare.

"Royal Garden Hotel, Kensington," he said to the cab driver.

One of the stipulations of his working for the agency was the he only did out calls never in calls. Home was home and as always it was never okay to mix work and play. Another bonus was to make friends with at least one person who worked at various hotels throughout the city, the higher up in rank the better. This way any questions that might be asked were dismissed before anyone got suspicious.

He felt more than a little underdressed when he looked around so he breezed through the lobby; then hit the lifts before anyone even noticed that he was there. Fabulous but forgettable. He made his way to the top floor which said his client was more than loaded. He was overly familiar with every suite on the floor and when he arrived outside of his intended door, he knew whoever this client was he was more than likely high profile. He straightened his clothes and made sure everything was in place before pulling off his beanie and straightening his hair before knocking. There was quiet then footsteps and then none other than Severus pulled the door open.

"You," Harry said louder than he intended.

"Yes, very eloquent," Severus smirked. "Do come in."

"How did you find me?"

"I asked Lucius for the agency he used, asked for an escort named Thomas and booked you. I did try to reach you personally but that manager of yours refused to give me your number," Severus replied pulling a couple of beers out of the mini fridge.

"I don't drink on the job," Harry reminded him.

"You are not on the job. I only went through the agency because I could not reach you otherwise. The name Harry is not a lot to go on in a city as big as London."

"And why did you want to find me?"

"You are interesting and I want to know more of you. I hope I am not being too forward, but it seems as though you would like to know me as well?"

"I think that would be a correct assumption to make," Harry grinned.

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