3. One Bed, Two Strangers

Rosaline gently lifted Daphne's chin with the tip of her finger. "You're lucky, sweetheart. Most girls don't get a client like this on their first day. So don't disappoint him."

A chill ran down Daphne's spine. She had no idea what kind of man was waiting for her. But from the way Rosaline spoke, he was someone important. And somehow, that terrified her even more.

"Make the most of this opportunity. We never know what the future holds," Rosaline said before stepping aside and opening the door. "Now go. Don't make him wait too long."

Just as Daphne was about to walk past her, Rosaline stopped her one last time.

"Head up. Good posture. Confidence. Beauty may catch a man's eye, but confidence keeps it. Move like you're the only woman in his world."

Daphne straightened her posture at once. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the dressing room.

Rosaline watched her disappear down the corridor. "Sometimes, a single night changes everything," she murmured to herself.

*****

Alexander sat on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The cigarette between his fingers had nearly burned down to the filter when a knock interrupted his thoughts.

A woman in a floor-length red dress stepped into the room. Her long brown hair cascaded almost to her waist.

Without a word, she stopped at the foot of the bed before slowly removing the layers of clothing covering her body, one by one. Despite the boldness of her actions, her gaze remained lowered, never once meeting his.

Alexander raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, though his expression remained unreadable. He let his gaze wander over her body, taking in every detail without rushing, as though every part of her deserved his attention.

She stepped closer.

Alexander lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a slow drag, his eyes never leaving her.

When she came to a stop beside the bed, she placed her hands on Alexander’s shoulders before carefully settling onto his lap. His hands instinctively found her waist, while his other hand moved the cigarette away.

Their eyes met for the first time.

Alexander felt her body stiffen ever so slightly beneath his touch. He assumed it was because his fingers were cold. “The smoke bothers you?”

“No problem,” she replied softly with a faint smile.

They were close enough for Alexander to feel her slightly uneven breaths against his skin.

"What's your name?" he asked, hoping to ease her nervousness.

"Daphne."

Alexander held her gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"It suits you."

A shy smile appeared on Daphne's face as she looked away for a brief moment.

"And yours?" she asked.

"Alexander."

"Alex..." she repeated softly.

Hearing his nickname from her lips brought an unexpected smile to his face. He couldn't explain why, but it felt different.

A brief silence settled between them. Alexander studied her face, noticing how Daphne occasionally looked away.

After a moment, Daphne slowly pulled Alexander's T-shirt over his head. As the shirt came off, a soft laugh escaped them both. The movement was slightly more awkward than either of them expected.

Daphne rested her hands against his chest, though the slight tremble in her fingers was impossible for Alexander to miss. His thumb gently traced the curve of her waist, silently reassuring her.

Only when she looked back at him did he move, sliding one hand behind her back and carefully lowering her onto the bed until he was above her. The surprise in Daphne's expression did not go unnoticed.

Alexander let his gaze linger on Daphne, as if trying to memorize every detail of her.

"You don't seem like someone who belongs in a place like this."

At that moment, Alexander slowly removed the shorts he was wearing. His gaze never left Daphne, aware of the shy expression on her face.

After that, he leaned closer, bringing their lips together. At the same time, he pressed himself against her, causing their bodies to become more intimately connected. Alexander felt Daphne’s body tense again, her grip on his back tightening as well.

With every passing minute, Alexander became more absorbed in the kiss. Without realizing it, his hips began to move, brushing against Daphne's vagina, and he could feel that she was already wet. As the moment stretched on, he gently guided Daphne's hand toward his penis. He could feel her hand trembling.

"First time?" Alexander asked suddenly, looking at Daphne as if demanding an immediate answer.

Daphne nodded hesitantly. "It's fine," she said, trying to reassure him.

He held her gaze for a moment, as though searching her eyes for something. "Don't be nervous."

Daphne gave a small nod, and Alexander kissed her again. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, then down to her chest. Desire consumed him as he cupped her breast and drew her nipple into his mouth, as though he had been starving for the taste of her. Alexander felt Daphne's fingers clutch at his hair.

"They're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough as he looked at her breasts.

Daphne's chest rose and fell with her uneven breathing.

Alexander drew in a deep breath, trying to steady himself before reaching into the drawer for a condom. As he put it on, his eyes drifted toward Daphne. She had turned her face away, her eyes closed, while her hands clutched the bedsheet tightly.