Simon really didn’t have good social skills. Normally, this didn’t bother him, as he preferred to keep to himself anyway, for most of the time. But on those rare days when he actually wished for some company, this reserved nature was holding him back. Even if he just wanted something physical, something for one night, to let off some steam, he simply wasn’t the kind of guy to charm and flirt his way into someone’s bed. He had no damn patience for that.

But what he did have was money. And lots of it. His job was dangerous, and very demanding, and it paid more than adequately to that danger. Anything could be bought, and Simon found out that buying company didn’t require any social skills. No, all it took was an ad online.

Simon got several matches on the website, and even exchanged some messages with a few people, trying to see if this was even worth a bother. He was honestly about to give up altogether, but then he matched with you. And he quickly found out that a cute profile picture was not the only thing that he liked about you. Talking to you was effortless, you even made him laugh a few times. You could warm the other side of his bed, and your charming personality was a great bonus.

And it was very convenient for both of you. Simon could get his needs for human contact met, and all he had to give in return were a few pretty presents. After chatting for a few days, he asked to meet you in person.

Your first meeting was supposed to happen on neutral ground. You both wanted to see if the chemistry between you in real life will be just as good as online. You picked a cozy café, and texted him the date and time of your first meeting.

Simon found himself sitting in a chair too small for his big, muscular frame; in a café too fancy for his usual taste; and glancing nervously at the clock. He came here 20 minutes earlier, ordered himself a strange coffee with foamed milk, and waited. With each passing minute, he was getting more and more nervous. What if you changed your mind? What if you won’t come?

The chime of the little bell at the café’s entrance pulled Simon out of his thoughts.