“I'm glad you're enjoying our wares,” I say dryly. It’s totally lost on him. “You can see the very unique value of our company. I think it would be a bargain at any price, but I’m sure you can come up with a good deal.”
I want so badly to get him on the hook for buying. He seems to understand what we’ve got through his —forgive the expression —first-hand experience. His enthusiasm should be wonderful for the site. Also, I’d have Darcy to myself, without those stupid ethics getting in the way.
“I never got to see those rooms. Are they really here? I feel like a star-struck fan!”
The Hawk’s tone has sure changed. Is he horny, in love, or both? I fucking hope he’s not in love with me, though.
“Oh, the rooms are here, just a short walk away. Are you sure you’re ready, though? I wouldn’t want you to faint with excitement.”
“I think I can control myself, girlie. But keep those smellin’ salts on hand just in case.”
I barely keep my eyes from rolling right out of my head. “We’ve got a first aid kit in every room. Follow me, Mr. Hawk.”
That’s the first time I’ve called him that. I have to be familiar, but not too much. I just need him on the hook for this purchase so my life can continue being wonderful. Hopefully even better now that I’ve met Darcy.
He walks well behind me on the way to Charlie’s room. I glance around every few seconds to see him looking wide-eyed at everything except me. Phew. It’s not about me, that’s a start.
I’m already in the middle of Charlie’s room by the time I hear him walk through the door behind me. I do a bit of sashay to turn and face him, trying to keep the mood playful and exciting.
But now his smile is gone. This is one of the rooms, dude. What the fuck’s wrong with you? Sigh. Time to ramp up the charm.
“What’s the matter, Hawky? Not what you expected?”
“It’s…not. Whose room is this?”
“Oh, come on. This is Charlie’s room. You don’t recognize it?”
“Charlie. I didn’t see that part of the site. I guess it’s good to diversify.”
This takes me a second.
“Oh, no. Charlie’s one of our best cam women. You’d know her if you saw her.”
“What about Lydia? Where’s her room?”
Ah, and there it is.
“That’s next.”
He perks up in a new way. Before, he was like an excited child. Now, I can see the leering intensity in his eyes. Pretty sure I know where Hawk has been spending all his time on the site.
Hey, everyone has a favorite. It's like visiting the set of your favorite TV show. For Hawk, Lydia’s room is like Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment, Central Perk from Friends and the Price is Right Plinko wheel all rolled into one. Also, who better to run the site than a fan who also understands the industry?
Again, he follows me silently through the hall, trailing a few feet behind. This time, I swear I hear cheap denim being stretched, erected into a makeshift tent. Ugh. The Hawkster sure has a one-track mind.
The second I open the door to Lydia’s space, he bolts in, then slides to a stop in the middle of the room. He just stands there, hands on his hips. Then he slowly rotates back towards me. The big smile is back.
“Wow. I can’t believe I’m here!”
Aw, he is excited. How cute. Nothing wrong with that, I guess. To each, his own, right? And he’s too caught up in his bubble of happiness to notice me, which is probably a good thing, too.
“This is the magic space. Just unique on its own, really. No other place like it.”
He just continues to take it all in. He’s taking a careful note of minor details of the room, staring at the walls, then the ceiling for some reason. I guess you can’t see the ceiling on camera.
“Does she have a show today? Usually I get an email alert, but I haven’t checked in a while.”
Fuck, now he’s getting a boner. This is a total fucking waste of time. Hopefully, I can get him out of here without getting the police involved. Or Catherine, if he’s really being a nuisance.