I write for close to two hours without taking a break. The words come and come like a waterfall. I’ve never had this experience before. Suddenly, my phone rings. I should've turned it off and go to do just that. But when I glance at the screen I see that it's a call from him. Him. Mr. Black. And it's not just a phone call. He's calling on FaceTime. I don't have time to even glance at myself in the mirror, but I decide to answer it anyway.

"Hello, gorgeous," he says in his sultry, deep voice. I almost forgot how sexy it was, but within a moment it all comes back to me. He looks breathtaking. His eyes are deep and wide with long, beautiful eyelashes. His skin is tan and the way the light falls on it, he looks like he's almost glowing.

"Hey," I whisper. Unfortunately, I glance at my own reflection in the lower right hand corner of the screen. Unlike him, I do not present well. The light here is coming from directly above me, giving me strange long shadows all over my face. My nose looks to be double the size and don't even get me started on my bigger than usual forehead. As if I didn't have it tough it enough.

"I'm just calling to say hello," he says.

"It's really nice to hear from you," I say. And see you, but I don't add this.

"You seem surprised."

"Actually, I am." He isn't wrong about that.

"Why is that?"

"Well, you know.” I shrug. "Men in New York. They promise to call, but never do. I'm kind of used to it."

I hate how defeated my voice sounds. It sounds like I'm sitting around and waiting for them call me. This is not the case. Well, not in every case. Agh, I am definitely not putting out a good impression.

“Ellie, you never met a man like me,” he says confidently. It takes me a moment to catch my breath. Something within me sighs and surrenders, and my body relaxes with pleasure. I crave his presence. I need him to be here, next to me. I need to press my body against his. I shudder at the thought. I’ve never felt like this before. On the surface, the feeling seems like lust. But I’ve felt lust before, and it never felt like this.

“What is it?” he asks. Suddenly, I realize that I haven’t said anything for quite some time.

“Nothing. You just caught me by surprise,” I mumble. I look at his face more closely. It’s breathtaking. His dark hair is lustrous and thick, and imagining running my fingers through it makes me weak at the knees.

“So, the reason I’m calling is that I want to see you again, gorgeous.”

The way he says gorgeous makes both of my cheeks turn bright red.

“Okay. Like on a date?”

“You could say that. Something of an extended date.”

I don’t really know what he means, so he explains.

“I want you to be mine for the week. Just like you were mine for a night. If you agree, you would have to do everything I say, just like before, and drop anything else that you might be doing to be with me.”

I try to hide my excitement at the prospect of this, but I’m not too successful. A wide smile starts to slip across my face.

“And, of course, you would have to call me Mr. Black again. And Sir. For the whole seven days.”

My throat tightens up and becomes so parched that it feels like I haven’t had a drop to drink in days.

“What do you think about that?”

“I don’t know,” I say, trying to keep my composure. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, besides the fact that I would pay you handsomely, you’d have the time of your life.”

I don’t want to be so crude, but I do want to know the amount. Little does he know, however, that I want him so much that I would probably do it for free.

“How does three hundred thousand sound?” he asks. “I know that I paid a quarter million for the night, but those were extenuating circumstances, weren’t they?”

I feel the power dynamic between us shifting. He wants me. A lot.

“How about $500,000? That is still quite a discount given how much you paid just for one night.”

“Wow, Ellie.” Mr. Black seems to be taken quite aback by my negotiation skills. “I honestly didn’t expect that. But, you know what? Why not? It’s just money, right?”

I guess, I want to say.

“Okay, then. It’s a deal. Half a million dollars. I’ll pay you half now and half in a week.”

“Sounds good.”

“Now you know, I’m going to have to punish you a little for setting such a high price, right?”

“I’d expect nothing less,” I say with a coy smile. His eyes roll to the back of his head with pleasure. My confidence is blowing his mind. Of course, it’s easier for me to be this confident, outgoing person over video. He’s not in the room with me. He’s not making me wet and making my whole body shudder with just one glance. Let’s see if he will be so impressed when we’re back together again in the same room.