Settling the Debt

ELENA

The penthouse is empty when I come in. The text he sent me earlier is still on my mind. It’s time you pay off your debt. Penthouse: 8pm. I simultaneously feel aroused and frightened. The fear being less about him. That’s dissipating. But rather, more about my potential shortcomings regarding the whole sex thing. I don’t know why I even came up with such a bonkers proposal. I’m not the type o