I walked into Sofitel Downtown as his Dubai escort
I walked through the glass doors of Sofitel Downtown and the chilled air wrapped around my skin like the memory of someone I hadn’t touched yet and the scent of amber drifted through the lobby as if the night had already begun before I arrived and he was waiting near the window with eyes that didn’t rush and a silence that dared me to slow down too and even though I was there as a Dubai escort something about the way he stood made me forget for a moment that I was being paid to be beautiful
He didn’t speak right away and neither did I because the world outside didn’t matter once we stepped into that elevator and I felt the weight of his hand near mine not touching but close enough to stir the heat in the pit of my stomach and when we reached the suite the door clicked open like an invitation I’d been answering all my life and the city below shimmered through the windows like it had dressed up just for us and I was no longer walking in my heels I was gliding toward something I couldn’t name
He asked if I wanted champagne but I chose water instead and he smiled like he understood and poured it slowly like it was the only thing in the room that needed time and I sat on the edge of the couch with legs crossed just enough to tease and I told him stories that weren’t lies but weren’t truths either and he listened with the patience of someone who had everything yet still craved the sound of a woman undressing with her words
When I took off my dress it wasn’t a performance it was an arrival and he watched with eyes that didn’t hunger they worshipped and when he reached for me it wasn’t with urgency it was with care as if he knew I had been touched many times but rarely held and when our skin met I felt him exhale not like a man conquering but like a man surrendering and I whispered something soft in his ear that I won’t repeat because some sentences belong only to the dark
Time lost its shape somewhere between his mouth and my thigh and I forgot which hour we started and which one we ended and there was a moment when he looked at me and I knew he didn’t see a Dubai escort anymore he saw a woman who had mastered the art of pretending to be untouchable while secretly begging to be known and I let him trace the edge of my lips like a map leading nowhere because nowhere felt better than everywhere I’d been before
We didn’t talk much after and I liked that because the silence between two people who’ve tasted truth is louder than any conversation and when I got up to dress he didn’t stop me but he watched like he might forget what light looked like once I left and I almost stayed because something about his stillness reminded me of oceans that never beg you to swim but always keep you in their pull
In the bathroom I fixed my lipstick like I hadn’t just kissed someone with the part of me that doesn’t lie and I caught my own eyes in the mirror and they looked softer not because I had fallen but because I had finally allowed myself to be seen and when I walked back out he was standing by the window again holding the same glass of untouched water and in that moment we were strangers again and maybe that’s what made it beautiful
He paid me without folding the bills and placed them gently on the table like an apology for the things he couldn’t say and I didn’t thank him not out of rudeness but because money wasn’t what I took from that room and when I opened the door to leave the hallway felt colder than before and I realized the heat wasn’t in the room or the bed it was in the way he had made me feel like I wasn’t working but arriving
Outside the hotel the world kept spinning but I moved slower like a woman who had just remembered something sacred and I got into the car with a calm I didn’t recognize and looked out at Dubai’s lights not as a city I live in but as a place that occasionally pauses long enough to let someone like me breathe and I thought of him once more not with longing but with quiet thanks because he didn’t take anything from me he gave me back a piece I didn’t know I missed