The sun rose slowly over Vegas, shining down on houses. The sun rays slipping through the curtains gaps waking the people inside.

Leah stirred and sighed softly determined not to wake up yet, to let herself enjoy the sleep she's just had. With her eyes still closed, she tried to work out how many times she woke throughout the night, how many times she sat up looking for him, but she couldn't. There wasn't a single time in the last several hours that she woke, she remembered going to bed, and then waking up.
          She had slept soundly but she didn't know why.

Her question was answered when she felt a heartbeat under her fingers, one she knew wasn't her own. Then she smelt the cologne, the softness of the bed under her body, the hairy leg trapped between hers.

Opening her eyes slowly she was met with a well defined peck, exposed to the room temperature than under the bedding with her. Following the toned skin up, she saw the shadowed jawline and then the face of the man she had gone home with... Zak.

Shit.

Torn between wanting to stay at his side and wanting to leave quietly, Leah slowly detached herself from the hunk beside her. Knowing full well that last night should not have happened. There were rules at the club, strict rules that kept the girls safe and that was not to get involved with the punters. They came in, got want they wanted and left. Simple. They were not to go home with them, they were not to mix business with pleasure and no relationship that had could be intact when they started working. When they changed into their outfits they were their stage names, nothing more..

But Leah had crossed a big line as she sat up in the bed looking at the room they were in, three different doors for the room, one being the exit, one being the bathroom and the other being the walk-in wardrobe.

Slowly pulling herself to the end of the bed, she looked down at the long top she had on and a quick glance confirmed that her panties were still intact, whilst it was some relief, it was also daunting. Why didn't he sleep with her? Was it because he didn't want to? A small part of her hurt, the idea of him or finding her attractive stung and damped her mood slightly.

Her toe just touched the carpet when she felt a hand on the bottom of her back.

"You leaving?" Zak mumbled, sleep still heavy in his voice.

Leah paused and turned to face him, she needed to explain last nights events but she didn't know how, simply because she didn't have a clue how this even happened.

"I probably should." She answered softly looking at him, as his eyes were fixed on her fingers as he toyed with them.

She had broke the rules of work. She was now toeing a line she didn't want to be at. Wondering if last night meant anything when nothing happened. She couldn't let anyone find out about this, it had to stay between them. She needed her job, no matter how much she detested it at times. She didn't want a sugar daddy, and with the age difference that essentially is what Zak was right now, meaning she was a sugar baby.

"But do you want to?" He asks making her swallow.

"No."

He turned his grey eyes up to her with a soft smile "Then stay. I'm not some crazy psychopath."

"I know," Leah replied confidently "Because there's a very slim chance that two would be in a room at the same time."

Zak laughed tiredly and took hold of her wrist, with a pull, she came back onto the bed and laid with him.

It felt like heaven... That's all Leah could think when being led beside him. This has to be the normal, that people craved and cried hours over. The little moments like these, the heaven sent moments..

But it wasn't until Zak buried his fingers in her hair that she felt completely floored by the feeling of norm.

"Why am I in your shirt?" Leah asked softly.

Zak hummed "Because you can't sleep in those pants or that studded bra. We didn't want to be alone last night. So we got pizza and came home, only you fell asleep before I even got onto the community. I changed you."

Leah patted her hand against his chest in thanks.

"We didn't have sex. I'm not into that kind of thing, necrophilia, when you sleep, you sleep better than the dead."

She smiled gently, not wanting to admit how wrong he was about that, how she had very little sleep now. How exhausted she would feel during the day and survive on caffeine drinks throughout the night to keep herself awake.

"Did you want to?" Leah asked softly pushing a kiss against his peck.

"No," he answered crushing her ego a little more. She wanted to ask what was wrong with her, did he not find her attractive, when he spoke again. "I just wanted to hold you."

Taking what she could, Leah rebuilt the confidence buster and smiled softly. "You're a cuddler."

"Shh. Don't tell anyone." Zak whispered causing a smile to pull harder.

He opened one eye to smile at her before rolling into his side and doing exactly that, cuddle her.

Leah was small, her 5,3 small but curvy body meant that Zak's 6,1, hard muscled body cloaked hers. But instead of his weight feeling too much or him overpowering her. She felt happy, warm and safe.  She was a small little bird compared to his large eagle frame.

His large arm being a protective wing that covered her body.

"How are you feeling after last night?"

Zak thought about it, which side of the mental state he sat on, calm or frenzied..

"Throw anything at me now you are here." He mumbled nuzzling into her neck.

She was glad he felt better. That he could cope with anything, but one problem remained.

She couldn't always be here... Could she?

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