Relax

The bell rang and Ernest looked up, wondering who it could be. He wasn’t expecting anyone anytime in the near or distant future. He had a book to finish and he was in the zone. He looked back at his manuscript hoping that whoever was at the door of his London apartment would get the hint and leave.

The doorbell rang again.

“Damnit!” Ernest growled and stood up. He went to the window and looked down, trying to see who was there. Because of the awning over the front door, all he could see were a pair of long legs and pretty feet shod in red peep toe shoes. Whoever it was certainly did not look like a delivery person. They were probably lost or maybe needed to use a phone to call someone.

Ernest sighed, heading for the stairs. He would help them as fast as possible and then get back to the writing before he lost his mojo.

“Yes?” he said as he swung the door open.

The girl on the other side looked at him in surprise. She was tall, even taking into account the heels she was wearing and svelte. Her shiny blonde hair fell halfway down her back and she was clad in a short striped black and white dress with the red shoes. She looked like someone’s wet dream and Ernest couldn’t imagine what she was doing on his doorstep.

“Er hello,” she said her voice low and melodious, “Are you, Ernest Smith?”

Ernest’s eyebrows went up to hear her address him by name, “Yes I am. What can I do for you?”

“Gordon sent me,” she said and lifted one eyebrow as if he should know exactly why his agent might send this stunning vision to him.

“Er, sent you?” he asked.

“Yes. He said that you needed to relax and that I was to help you with that.”

Ernest’s jaw was on the floor, “I beg your pardon?” he said.

The girl smiled, “Oh I’m so silly. Where are my manners? I’m Juliet Saunders and I’m an escort. I’m here to help you relax and revitalize your muse. May I come in?”

Ernest stepped aside, still stupefied. What had Gordon been thinking? Vaguely in the back of his mind, he remembered a conversation he’d had with his agent a few days ago.

“Ernest, and don’t think I’m complaining but you work too hard. You need to relax sometimes or you’re gonna burn out.”

“I’m fine,” he’d answered absently, not really paying attention…

Juliet whirled on her heels to face him, smiling widely, “So Ernest, where do you want me?” she asked.