I Won't Forget You
A virgin, an escort, and four hours in a hotel room. It should have been easy.
I was back to staring at my watch again. Twelve minutes had passed since the last time I checked. I looked down at my phone. The agency sent me a text earlier in the day, confirming all of the details. Then an hour ago, she called and told me she was on her way. That was the first time I’d heard her voice. She said she’d be here by 9. It was 8:37. I was still sweating, and I’d already showered twice. Once before I left ho...