A Gift

You wake up to a knock on the door. You open it to find a box wrapped in silver paper with an elaborately tied red ribbon.

You take it and begin unwrapping it. Inside is an old wooden box and a card. You set the card aside and peek in the box.

Inside are two knives. You panic, worried your cover is blown. You open the card.

Marsha, I just wanted to show you I’m not interested in your money. With your father’s sword collection, I figured a pair of antique knives would be apropos.

With love, Deborah.

You breathe a sigh of relief. Your cover is intact. You pull the daggers. They are both old and made from a nearly black steel alloy. One is serrated with a blood red ruby in the hilt. The other is a curved blade with a raised nub on the hilt that looks vaguely phallic. You balance them on the tips of you fingers. They are perfectly balanced.

You whistle the daggers are amazing and must have cost a fortune. Technically you aren’t allowed to keep gifts. You’re keeping these. It feels like they were made for you.

You need to find Deborah and thank her. You quickly get ready, sliding on a dress and strapping your new daggers on your back. You have to admit they make you feel badass. You exit your room and make a bee-line to the concierge desk, hoping to find her there.

As you enter the lobby you see her. She is breathtakingly gorgeous in a tight silver dress. The dress alternates in diagonals between a sheer metallic fabric and a translucent silver mesh. The diagonal fabric barely manages to cover her nipples and the mesh makes it clear she isn’t wearing a bra.

She grins lustily at you. “Hello, girlfriend.”

She walks to you as you are about to thank her she grabs your waist and pulls you into an aggressive kiss. When she finishes you are wet.

“Now do you understand. I want you whether you are rich or penniless.”

You are at a loss. You have to admit you are seriously considering this relationship. You wonder if she’ll still feel the same way when she finds out who you really are.

“C’mon, Marsha, let’s share a big slab of meat.”

Off to lunch?