Chapter 120: Talk to Jonathan l
The office of Jonathan, the main manager of Heaven’s Feel Brothel, was a cozy haven tucked away from the main hall.
Jonathan stood near a water filter in the corner, his broad frame relaxed. *Beep* Jonathan pressed a button on the water filter, and a *flush* of water poured into a glass. He placed another glass under the spout, filling it with a steady stream.
Turning it off, he picked up both glasses, the water sloshing slightly, and walked over.
He handed me one, his grin wide, his eyes glinting with mischief, knowing exactly what kind of client I’d been with last night. "Here, drink. You must be tired from all that night," he said, his voice teasing, his smile spreading.
"Thanks. I sure needed it," I said, smiling back, taking the glass from him.
He sat on the edge of his desk, the wood creaking under his weight, his glass in hand, his t-shirt straining slightly over his broad chest, his eyes still twinkling in playfulness.
We both drank fast, gulping the water down in one go, the glasses emptying almost in sync, our thirst a shared sign of the brothel’s toll and how luch tired we both actually were.
We were both beat, the night’s chaos—his with fights and drunks, handling all the tax and other papers and mine with Elizabeth—leaving us drained, the office a brief pause.
*Tap.* We set our glasses on the desk, the sound sharp in the quiet, the empty glasses catching the light