TRINITY.
A week passes and I don't hear from him.
I see him on campus, of course. In the halls, in the library once. Each time, our eyes meet and I remember his hands on me, his fingers inside me, the way he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.
Thursday night, I'm getting ready for my shift when Mai, one of the managers, finds me.
"Daisy. You've been requested for an outcall."
I freeze. "What? I don't do outcalls."
"You do tonight. Client specifically asked for you. Already paid a deposit that's worth more than you make in a month." She hands me an address. "Car's waiting."
I look at the address and my stomach flips.
Uptown. The expensive part. The part where people like me don't live.
"Who requested me?"
"Didn't give a name. Just said to send Daisy and only Da
