Yes, open the door

You're not ready. Your food is still cooking and you didn't even get around to taking that shower you wanted. Not to mention that you don't particularly feel like following through on this; you're just not attracted to your landlord at all. But promises make debt, and there's no evading it any longer.

You take a deep breath and turn the deadbolt as you open the door. As expected, the familiar aging property owner is gawking at you, flashing you a quick grin. His face is heavily wrinkled, he's nearly bald and his eyebrows are like big fluffy caterpillars. He places one hand against the wall as he leans towards you: "Marlow, I see you're back. Were you at work?"

"Uh. Yes", you admit, averting your gaze slightly. "I'm... currently still cooking".

"It smells wonderful", he tells you; surprising you with his seemingly good mood - up until now he had usually been impatient and rude with you. But it seems his voice had taken on a more pleasant tone this evening. He smiles crookedly for a bit, before deciding to get to business: "So. About the rent. Do we still have a deal?"

You chew your bottom lip for a mere second before giving a slow nod. "Y-yeah. Yeah. I guess so", you say uncertainly; not really sure if you've convinced yourself yet.

His smile grows even wider, and you could swear you just spotted a twinkle in his eye at your response. "Good. I knew we'd come to some kind of agreement. You're a woman in bloom, after all".

You clench your teeth and rub your other arm, feeling too awkward to look him in the eye any longer. "Uh. So how do you want to do this?", you ask him.

Your landlord takes a step closer towards you, lowering his voice to a longing whisper. "Why don't you drop by after you've finished your dinner?", he suggests, now standing in the doorway and preventing you from closing the door on him if you wanted to. You subconsciously take a step back; still traumatized by having tried to evade this man for so long in the past.

"Oh, and perhaps you could wear something a bit more... revealing", he continues. "I like it when the focus is on the...", he pauses and looks at your chest, before he suddenly seems to take notice of your uncomfortable expression. "... Are you sure you're okay with this?", he asks as he raises a bushy eyebrow.

You gulp.