42

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 down my fear of being thrown out in shame.

Throwing his jacket on the leather chair, he stops in front of the bed to have his gaze roam over my body. He has his hands in his pockets as he watches me intentl