He reassures her

"I don't want anything Lani," he said softly. "I just want to make sure you're ok."

"You gonna look after me?" she asks, an edge of sarcasm in her voice, although the nervous quaver was still there. "Give me a place to stay if I fuck you? You don't look like a pimp...but you gonna tell me how I can make good coin...selling outta my pants for you?"

"Nothing like that," Hunter answered still holding her hand and stroking the palm with his thumb. "Just one person concerned about another."

She looked at him, biting her lip, her eyes wary and uncertain. He could smell the aroma of her rising, ripe and fecund, masked slightly by her sweat. She didn't try to pull her hand away, but squeezed his fingers gently as she looked at him, her eyes starting to well with moisture.

"Maybe you're real," she murmured. "Maybe...you...you...confuse me Mr."

"Hunter," he said. "My name's Hunter, Lani."

"Hunter..." she murmured, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. "You confuse me...people aren't nice...unless they want something..."

"I want to feel like I helped someone in need."

"Twenty bucks helps a lot," she said with a muffled sob, squeezing his hand and suddenly hugging him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Thanks so much...I'm sorry I was rude...stuff happens out here...I gotta protect myself..."

"It's alright," he replied, stroking her back as she hugged him, feeling her tremble in his arms. She gasped and gave a shuddering sigh, suddenly squeezing him tighter.

"You smell so good," she murmured. "So very good."