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Stuck waiting on the last dryer after midnight, a married redhead lets a tall stranger with dark stubble bend her over the folding table while her laundry spins.
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“I think I should cancel,” I said. “I’m so sorry. Not because of you. Because of, well. You.”
Tess nodded quickly. “Yeah. No. Totally. Sensible.”
“I’ll still pay. Obviously. It’s not your fault.”
“You don’t have to…”
“I insist.” I fetched the envelope and handed it to her, and our fingers touched, and we both jumped like it was electrified.
She lingered on the doormat. “For the record,” she said, “this is my job. It’s legal, I pay tax on it, and it’s paying for my master’s in urban planning. I’m not embarrassed. I’m just…” She waved a hand at me, at the door, at the universe. “This is a lot.”
“It’s a lot,” I agreed. “Does Gemma know? About the job?”
“God, no. Does Gemma know you book escorts?”
“I’ve never booked one before in my life. Tonight was the first time.”
“Of course it was.” She laughed, and then looked at me a bit differently, like she was seeing me for the first time instead of as part of the barbecue furniture. “Well. Night, Ben. See you at the next family thing, I suppose.”
“See you.”
She walked to the lift in her red coat, and I closed the door and slid down it until I was sitting on the floor.
I didn’t sleep. At two in the morning I was still staring at my phone, with her number in it from a group chat about Gemma’s surprise party four years ago.
I booked an escort for the first time in my life, and the woman who knocked on my door was my little sister’s best friend. We’d shared a lot of burgers at family barbecues. We’d never shared this.
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I put the phone face down on the bedside table and decided, with the firmness of a man who has never once succeeded at this, that it had never happened.
It worked for about a week. Then Gemma rang.
“Christmas,” she said, without saying hello. “Mum wants a head count for the turkey. You’re coming, obviously. And Tess is coming, her parents are in Tenerife, so she’s having Christmas with us. Isn’t that nice?”
“So nice,” I said, in a voice like a squeaky hinge.
“Are you all right? You sound weird.”
“Just a cold.”
The weeks crawled past. I saw Tess’s name come up in the family group chat with a Christmas tree emoji and nearly dropped my phone into a pan of pasta. I rehearsed what I would say to her. Nothing felt right. Hi, Tess, great to see you again, I hope you’ve been well since you stood on my doormat with my escort fee.
On the twenty-third, Gemma rang again.
“Mum wants to know if you’re definitely coming. You’ve gone very quiet.”
I looked at the train ticket on my phone. I looked at my sofa, which was comfortable and had no sister’s best friend on it.
“Actually,” I started to say, “I’m not sure I can make it this year.”
