Nerthus
By the moment I’m climbing on the giant bed in my flimsy dress and high heels to position myself in the middle of it, my panic is already rising.
I had the brilliant idea of thanking him by surprising him and got into the penthouse.
Without informing him.
As my stupidity dawns on me, my panicky thoughts are suffocating me. I had never done such a thing for a client before, and suddenly I curse myself.
What was I even thinking?
What if he is with another woman?
I contemplate just running back out and my nervousness must reach its peak as I don’t even hear the lock of the entrance door. My train of thought is still drowning me as I spot him already standing in the door.
“I got your gift.” I say, getting on my knees shortly before sitting down again. I try to bluff, pushing
