Calhoun had finished wearing his socks, and he was now wearing his shoes.
Annabelle laughed, hearing his words, "What more important work do you have other than attending to me? Do you have other customers to please?" she asked with narrowed eyes. "I can pay you more than them."
A small chuckle escaped Calhoun's lips, "And when is that, milady?"
Though she was young, she was smart. Annabelle had arranged it in a way where Calhoun had to spend a month's time with her, and she would pay him fifty gold coins at the end of the period.
"In just a few days," she smiled, and before she could put her arms around his neck, he got up from the bed, making her stumble forward.
Before Calhoun could reach the door, the girl quickly moved to the front of the door, blocking his way. "I am serious. Drop everything and stay here with me today. We are having such a good time. Why do you want to leave? I am not going to let you leave."
