''Let me, it's the least I can do.''

''Thank you.''

''You're welcome. I go by Domino, and what should I call my gracious host?''

''My name is Toby and you're welcome to stay for a few days as long as you don't break anything, don't make too much noise and warn me if any food is about to run out, but you don't seem like make me worry about any of that.''

''You don't want me to tell you why I'm here or how for that matter?''

''No, I figured that either you'll tell that yourself or I might be better off not knowing.''

''You're awfully trusting Toby, or has your cock convinced your brain that I should stay?''

The blow of those words makes Toby think that Domino might have eyes in the back of her head as he was staring at her ass the whole time and now Toby's face is bright red, which is going to make it harder to convince his very attractive but slightly brash guest that his decision to let her stay last night and his decision to continue to let her stay were not influenced by lust. ''I-I uh, I admit that I was staring at your ass just now, b but your beauty is honestly not the reason I've been kind to you.''

''I sure hope that's true because I wasn't planning to pay for your hospitality with my body, admittedly I had planned to be gone before the owner of this apartment came back but still. I'll sleep on the couch and don't insist otherwise or any of that gentleman nonsense. Continue treating me like a princess and I'll feel guilty about intruding on you.''

Toby isn't sure how to respond to this and sighs as if he lost the discussion and before he can organize his thoughts they are scrambled by the sound of his phone ringing. It's not his cellphone but the hard line and only his workplace has that number. Domino is standing right next to it and picks up the phone. After a short conversation in which Domino mostly uses one word responses she hangs up and tells Toby: ''That was someone called Mary, she wants to meet you at the restaurant you work at so apparently your day off just got cancelled.''