Being a Dubai escort I made him forget everything

He came to me with a mind full of noise the kind that lives behind polished suits and scheduled mornings and I knew it the moment he smiled like a man remembering how and I didn’t ask about the tension in his jaw or the pause before he said my name I only placed my hand gently over his and let the silence between us begin to work its magic and the suite smelled of oud and citrus and something I wore just for him and he noticed because men who carry the world in their chest often notice the smallest things and when I leaned in close to pour his drink his breath caught like someone who hadn’t exhaled in days and I didn’t need to touch him not yet because I was already inside the part of him he never shows anyone the part that forgets time when a woman sees through him instead of around him and I spoke slowly softer than usual letting every word be a permission to let go.

The curtains were drawn but the city lights still crept in tracing his jawline as he stood there watching me undress with nothing but his eyes and I didn’t rush because seduction lives in rhythm not in speed and I moved like silk between thoughts letting my dress slide away like it wasn’t meant to stay and his hands never left his sides not because he didn’t want to touch but because he didn’t want to wake up and when I finally stepped close enough to let him feel the heat between us he whispered something into my shoulder that wasn’t meant for anyone to hear and I smiled not because I understood but because I didn’t need to and when our lips met there was no hunger just gravity like the kind that pulls oceans and I let him fall into it slowly carefully until everything loud in him went quiet.

By the time we reached the bed he wasn’t thinking anymore he wasn’t remembering he wasn’t anyone’s husband or director or broken boy with a ring he no longer wears he was just a man and I was just the woman who reminded him what it feels like to disappear without leaving and when it was over and he lay beside me tracing lines across my thigh like a blind man learning to see again I didn’t say a word because I didn’t need to he was already somewhere else somewhere softer somewhere no one had taken him in years and being a Dubai escort means many things but that night it meant being the moment he forgot everything that wasn’t me.