‘’I pay you to do what I say, and I want you upstairs with me tonight.’’ He repeats sternly, and I catch the tiny flicker of a jaw muscle. He may seem back to normal, but there is a restlessness and a hint of aggression peeking through. I usually see him this way when business stresses him out, and he lets off steam by fucking the life out of some bimbo upstairs. It doesn’t sound like it’s for a nightcap and an early-to-sleep routine if he gives me the invitation instead of ...