“So… you see? I’ve never fallen in love with a client before, but you’re different from all the others. I love you Garl. Please… won’t you love me too?”
The deafening silence coming from Gemlyl’s room was all the answer that Besh needed, even if the dwarf was still waiting with baited breath. Besh hadn’t intended on listening in, but she was bringing Gemlyl her new gown from the tailor’s, and had paused when she realized that Gemlyl was with a client.
“Garl? Garl, please say something.”
The gargoyle sighed and Besh winced.
“Fine. I won’t be seeing you again, Gemlyl.”
Shadows moved from under the door and Besh ducked to the side, praying that neither Garl or Gemlyl would leave the room.
“Because I don’t love you. For me, this is transactional. It’s not about love. It’s about the sex. I’m sorry you got confused, but I’m not going to pretend this is more than that.”
“But-what- you’re so-”
“Gentle?” Garl snorted. “Gemlyl, you’re sweet, but you’re not bright. If I’m not gentle, I’ll literally fuck you to death. I’m made of rock. I have to be gentle. And I like it when the lady who is taking my company enjoys herself too. It has nothing to do with falling in love with you.”
Silence. Besh heard Gemlyl sniffle.
“Don’t… don’t cry. Please stop crying.”
“How can you be so cold?”
“Because I really don’t care about you that way. And your tears aren’t going to change that. You’ll figure out quick enough that you loving me was a mistake, and you’ll find someone else. Probably someone as boorish and hopelessly romantic as you are.”
“You- you bastard!”
“See, you’re already figuring it out. Everyone falls in love with someone they shouldn’t at least once. And in your case, it was a major fuck up because this is your job. I paid you for a service. Don’t get soft because of it. Goodbye, Gemlyl.”
Besh cussed as she ducked into the bordering hallway, Gemlyl’s door swinging open and the dwarf fleeing while sobbing her eyes out. Garl followed, sighing again and pinching the bridge of his nose before turning towards the hiding half orc. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked.
Besh slowly peeked her head around the corner. “… Enough. How often does that happen?” she asked.
“Not too often. Often enough that it gets irritating.” Garl shifted his weight between his feet before gesturing to the dress Besh was holding. “Not for you, I’m guessing.”
“Oh, it’s for Gemlyl. Maybe it’ll make her feel better once she comes back.” Besh glanced down at the dress. “So… that’s how you handle love confessions then. Just- straight to the point, shoot them down.”
“How old are you, Besh?”
“Pardon?” Besh frowned. “I’m twenty. What does that-”
“When you get a bit older, you’ll get it. Better to just-” Garl drew a line across his throat with his finger. “Cut it off before it gets worse. It probably hurts, but it’s better than leading them on, don’t you think?”
Besh bit the inside of her lip before nodding. “I guess. You’ve never fallen in love then? Had your heart beat a little faster because of a girl?” she asked.
“… No. Don’t think I ever will either.”
Garl affectionately patted Besh on the shoulder. “Don’t make the same mistake she did,” he said before he headed for the stairs.
Besh took a deep breath to calm her rushing heart before she went into Gemlyl’s room to hang up the dress.
He made it sound so easy, not falling in love. But it was a lot harder when he stroked your hair when you were all tangled up with each other, his little love bites that left bruises Besh never wished would fade…. But he was right.
Besh set the dress up before heading back to her own room. She didn’t have any other clients booked for today, and really, she wasn’t sure if she was in a good headspace to see them. You weren’t very good at being entertainment if your mind was thinking about another man. Which she definitely was.
Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.
And whatever you do, don’t tell him. Otherwise you’ll lose him for good.