Love For Hire

Chapter 10: 10

Nicholas sat at the table watching Kinsley enjoy the French toast the cook had prepared for breakfast. It was two thick fried toasts with powdered sugar, syrup, hand-whipped cream and fresh-cut berries. Along with the French toast were a few sausage links, some bacon, and a tall glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Kinsley was devouring her meal, having worked up a mighty hunger from their earlier encounter. On the table in front of him the same meal, but as always, his remained untouched. Everything except the full glass of fine expensive cognac in his hand that he had been sipping since they sat down.

Kinsley swallowed the food in her mouth and then looked at Nicholas, who smiled at her. “Still not going to eat?”

“Not hungry,” he said.

“You know I have known you a few days now, and I have never seen you eat so much as a single bite. How are you not dead?”

“The human body can go days without food,” he told her.

“True, but that does not mean they should,” he just smiled and sipped his drink. “That is another thing. “It is not even ten in the morning, and you are drinking liquor straight up.”

“Yes, well, I am an alcoholic.”

“Seriously, or are you just teasing?”

“Drinking is one of the very few pleasures I have left in life.”

“It is not healthy.”

comment. “I am dying, darling; trust me, the booze is the least of my problems,” she

enjoy your

I mean, why are you here in America

a clinical study, trying to find a cure,” he scoffed. He had little faith in him living long enough to find a cure. “My father insisted

are here

“Correct.”

the medical system in Kustium is not

is just that the top

are

am dead… which is far more likely,” he did not want to sit around and discuss his mortality. “What would you like to do today?” He asked, changing

a sly smile. “I’d like to go out,” he frowned. “Now I know you said you do not like to go out. But we can only do so much cooped up in this huge house. It is a nice house, do not get me wrong, but it would be nice to get

wanted to say no, but the pleading hopeful look in her

is a carnival at the Pier. Why

request and sighed as he gave in. “Alright. But if we are going out in public, I will have to clean myself up,” he said, running his hand along his jaw, feeling the short hair he had allowed to go unaddressed for almost two weeks now. He could not be seen so unkempt in public. “Just let me wash up and groom a little, then we will go,” he stood up, and she did the same. “No, please, sit, finish your breakfast. I will be back

stairs, he ran into Octavius.

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