Knowing what the mysterious girl was, it was a matter of keeping an eye out on all the supernaturals in the mansion and lo and behold; Rebekah the strumpet walked off with a gorgeous girl. Rebekah! A girl! With a girl!
The possibilities were endless, and he was bored. When she approached him the first time, he wanted free sex, and that was that. But she was pretty, very pretty and he wanted to get to know her. Find out if it was easy for her to leave the service she was with. He had spoken to Niklaus about her, and even he was intrigued, but Kol warned him that he saw her first. If anything, Kol would have the first chance to woo the girl.
If she was able to be wooed in the first place.
He wanted to watch Rebekah and the girl. What would the girl tell Rebekah? What was it that Rebekah needed to hear so much? He fought his own curiosity; if he wanted to respect the girl, he was going to have to give her some privacy, despite wanting to freak out his sister. Kol was patient. He could do this.
He took her by the arm when she left the stables and pulled her around the corner, out of sight in case Rebekah would see them. The girl was naked. Jesus. The girl was naked, and not looking all too happy for having been disturbed in her work. “Hello, darling, I told you, I wanted to see you again.”
“At least have the decency to have a blanket or coat ready for me to get into,” the girl replied as she tried to pull away from him, but she wasn’t trying hard enough, and Kol wasn’t going to let go. Nor preserve her modesty; it wasn’t cold outside, she’d be okay.
Now that he knew that she was from the escort service, he could feel her influence on him, and Kol resisted as well as he could. “Stop it,” he scolded her playfully. “I merely want to get to know you a little.” He could see how her appearance changed; there were blonde streaks in her hair now, and he was certain that if he fought against her harder, her hair would be completely blonde. It was fascinating to see how her influencing ability worked. He always had a thing for brunettes, but who knew? Maybe blondes do have more fun!
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her breasts in defiance, shaking her head, almost as if she was communicating with someone. Oh, that was right, her handler. Her invisible handler. Shit. “Why?”
He shrugged, then. “I find you fascinating, and you were so kind to me. Besides, you’ve shown interest in me, and I’m merely returning the favor.”
“It’s my job to be nice to you, Mr. Mikaelson. It’s all part of the illusion, as you’re well aware,” she replied curtly, her eyes still narrowed on him.
“Surely you’ve fallen in love on the job.”
She sighed deeply as she tried to mask that tiny smile on her face. “Sex and the illusion of feeling loved and appreciated is what I do, Mr. Mikaelson. There’s no room for personal feelings.”
He blinked at that. The naked girl in front of him sounded like a robot; well rehearsed. “So how long did it take them to teach you how to respond that quickly and that succinct? Better yet, how did they teach you how to respond like that?”
She didn’t respond. Of course, she didn’t. She was trying too hard to make him feel any different, and it wasn’t working.
“Darling, you can try as hard as you want, but it won’t work. My brother Niklaus may have the strongest mind, but I’m not that bad, either. So might I suggest you stop your assault and relax?”
“Mr. Mikaelson, you’re keeping me from doing my job.”
“Frustrating, isn’t it?” Oh, he knew that he had the goofiest smile on his face right now, but he loved this. The best part was that she wasn’t alerting her invisible protector, and she wasn’t walking away from him, so she was interested, wasn’t she? Or was she just humoring him?
“You’re wasting my time.”
“Am I? But you’re talking to me; you’re entertaining me.”
She huffed before she lowered her arms and took a few steps towards him, her hips swaying, her hair bouncing on her shoulders. “Then allow me to entertain you,” she said in barely a whisper, looking up at him through her lashes.
He swallowed hard. Yeah, she didn’t need to use her influence on him to seduce him. “Do you ever switch off?”
“Not while I’m working,” she bit her lip as she pressed her naked body against him, not breaking eye contact with him.
“Where do you go when you’re not working?”
She shrugged as she caressed his arm, her hand working upwards to touch his cheek. “Would you like to come?”
He blinked at that. Was she inviting him over to her house after she was done here? “Am I allowed?”
“Of course,” the girl replied as she dropped to her knees and started to open his pants.
Oh, of course. Kol pulled her back up to her feet and sigh. “No, darling, not like this.” She was good. She didn’t break character; her own personality was tucked away and no one knowing how long it’s been since she had been free but herself. That is if the rumors he had heard about the escort service were true. There was no off switch. “I want to apologize for my behavior when we first met. Now, apologizing is not something I usually do unless I really mean it.”
She cocked her head, a small smile appearing on her lips, a playful one. “That’s very admirable, Mr. Mikaelson, but I don’t care. It’s how I work, either I unleash the beast or I don’t. I’m durable. Sturdy. I don’t complain.”
“Do you have a life outside your job? Someone you love?” He quickly zipped himself up again. Contrary to popular belief, he could be kind and patient. His family only wanted to see what they wanted to see, but had he been a true monster he would have slaughtered the witches he traveled with for years, wouldn’t he?
“No personal questions, Mr. Mikaelson.”
He needed to determine if she was being treated alright. Escorts and whores needed to be treated well, they were doing a job, and this girl went above and beyond by allowing people to be so violent with her for their time with her. It wasn’t normal. “Ah, come on, live a little.”
She still wasn’t calling for back up. Maybe Kol could press some more. “Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
“I can’t aChatnswer that.”
“When can you? I can wait. I want to have a normal chat with you, is that so hard to agree with?” He was getting frustrated now. He just wanted her to reply honestly, and she didn’t. She didn’t slip up. Others of the same service had, and he hadn’t seen them again, but she was good. She likely cost a lot of money, too.
“I can’t,” she shook her head, a visible shiver running over her body as if she remembered something painful and dangerous before she composed herself and fiercely lifted her chin in the air. “I understand that you don’t need me, Mr. Mikaelson. I hope if you don’t mind, but I’m going to be on my way.” She pulled away from him and turned around and instinctively his hand shot out to stop her from leaving.
“Please, let me show you that I can be kind.” For a second there, he saw her real appearance. Her wonderfully flowing blonde hair and her eyes were now a blueish gray. She was beautiful. She was so damn beautiful.
“I know you can,” she smiled at him and gently pat his arm. “You know you can. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, especially your siblings.”
He let out a breath and silently cursed himself when he felt how he had let his guard down, and she had used her influence on him. Once again, she was gone, but at least he knew that there was a sad and scared girl underneath her facade. Broken. So very broken and he wanted to help her.
He just couldn’t remember her face. Damn her. It was likely that she was going to disappear for good now, there was no way she’d allow herself to be caught by surprise like that again.