“Curse?” She asked curiously, “you mean like voodoo, evil eye?” She asked sarcastically and rolled her eyes to his back.

“Not exactly... you know, accents, uniforms are like a curse for attracting the ladies ...well, maybe, I think I’ll leave it at that,” he told her carefully, not wanting to cross the boundary of what was or wasn’t appropriate. He needed more time to assess whether she would be receptive to discussing personal matters or better to keep it professional. She seemed a bit irritated so he thought he better tread carefully with his usual behavior.

Some of his clients never Indulged in conversation and some babbled incessantly. Then there were many that confused security escorts with male escorts so it was difficult to ward off their attempts at seduction and sexual propositions but he learned early on the job, that he had to draw the line between work and play. It was less complicated that way.

“You know, I really don’t like it when people tease...and then keep me wondering? What is this about uniforms, curses..." She probed with some seriousness.

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“No, I didn’t mean it like that - I didn’t mean to tease...I don’t want to overstep the limit here but I don’t know what the limit is yet,” he told her truthfully, looking slightly over to her with a perplexed expression on his face.




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