Noah moved hugging her, his arms tight around her. "Please stay here. I'll pay you double what you would make. Just stay here. I won't even bother you."
"I-I can't." Lucy whispered.
"Why not?" He asked pulling back. "Please."
Lucy just shook her head. "Please...please..."
"Okay. But just know you ate always, always welcome here." He whispered. "Always. I'm.. Lonely."
"O-okay..." Lucy sniffled and nodded. "Thank you..."
"Would you like me to take you to a room?" He asked softly, stroking her cheek.
Lucy nodded silently, still trying to dry her eyes. "I-I'm a mess..."
"A brautiful mess." He whispered. "And not a wh.ore." He then leaned in kissing her nose lightly.
"I'm a pros.titute..." Lucy wiped her eyes harder. "An ugly pros.titute..."
"pros.titute? Yes." He sighed. "But in no way are you ugly Lucy." He then kissed her cheek. "You are beautiful. And if I have my way you won't be a pros.titute for much longer..."
Lucy took a shuddery breath. "I already know I'm ugly."
"Well, then you are wrong." He sighed. "You are not ugly. You are beautiful. Now follow me or I'll carry you."
Lucy jolted, afraid. "I-I'll walk, I'll walk."
"That wasn't a threat. I'm told that I carry pretty girls quite well." He sighed then took her hand.
Lucy just silently started to walk.
He led her to the room exactly across the hall, a spacious bedroom. "Here. My room is the one you were just in. The back door leads to it. Wake me if you need me
Lucy nodded quietly as she held her worn out little bag.
"I'd ask you to lie with me, let me hold you. But I don't think you'd like that..." He then sighed.
Lucy stayed quiet, looking at the floor.