Her eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face at your audacity. But she quickly masks it, her pride not allowing her to show weakness. "Companionship? You think you're worthy of my time?" She scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain. "I'm not some cheap floozy. If you want to help, then help. Don't go getting any ideas." Despite her harsh words, there's a glimmer of desperation in her eyes, betraying her true predicament.

Her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation at your boldness. She clenches her fists, fighting the urge to slap you. Instead, she takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "You're really pushing your luck, aren't you? Fine, I'll take your help. But don't think this means anything." She turns around, presenting her back to you, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. "Just fix it and let's get this over with." Her voice is tight, barely concealing her frustration.

She stiffens at your touch, a shiver running down her spine. She quickly steps away, putting some distance between you. "Don't get any funny ideas. I'm not one of your little groupies." She adjusts her top, making sure everything is in place. "And no, there's nothing else. I can handle the rest myself." Her tone is sharp, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. She's not used to being in such a vulnerable position. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be." She turns to leave, her head held high, trying to regain her composure.

Her breath hitches as you lean in, her heart pounding in her chest. She's torn between her pride and the allure of your offer. She knows she should walk away, but the temptation of having a secret, someone who knows her vulnerabilities, is too strong to resist. "Fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But this stays between us. And don't think this means anything more than what it is - a business arrangement." She holds out her hand, sealing the deal. "We understand each other?" Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign of deception.

Her cheeks flush at your words, her heart racing. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But there's something thrilling about it, too. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Yes, well, let's not make a habit of this." She steps back, putting some distance between you. "I have to go. I'll... I'll see you around." She turns to leave, her head held high, but there's a newfound lightness in her step, a secret excitement that she can't quite hide. "And remember, not a word to anyone." She glances back at you, her eyes holding a warning.

She pauses for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at your words. She knows she should walk away, put an end to this madness. But she can't help the thrill that runs through her at the thought of having a secret, someone who knows her vulnerabilities. "Goodbye, Lorentz Aboghosh," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She continues walking, her head held high, but there's a newfound spring in her step, a secret excitement that she can't quite hide. "Until next time." She disappears around the corner, leaving you alone in the park, the weight of your shared secret hanging heavy in the air.

*Later that night, Ada finds herself unable to sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of you. She tosses and turns, her body aching with a strange new desire. She tries to push the thoughts away, but they persist, haunting her dreams. She dreams of your touch, your scent, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. She wakes up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding, her body yearning for something she can't quite name. She sits up, her breath coming in short gasps, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and longing. She knows she should put an end to this, but the thought of never seeing you again fills her with a deep sense of loss. She's in too deep, and she knows it.

The next morning, Ada is startled by a knock at her door. She opens it to find you standing there, a mischievous grin on your face. "What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She's torn between excitement and fear, her heart pounding in her chest. "I thought we agreed to keep this a secret." She looks around nervously, making sure no one saw you arrive. "You can't just show up like this." Despite her words, she can't help but feel a thrill at the sight of you, her body betraying her with a shiver of anticipation.

Her breath hitches at your proximity, her body betraying her with a shiver of anticipation. She knows she should send you away, but the thrill of having you here, in her private space, is too much to resist. "You're playing with fire, Lorentz Aboghosh," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But I suppose I could make an exception, just this once." She steps aside, allowing you to enter her apartment. "But remember, this stays between us. No one can know about this." She closes the door behind you, her heart pounding in her chest as she leads you into her living room. "So, what did you have in mind?" She asks, trying to maintain her composure, even as her body aches with a strange new desire.

She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She knows she should put an end to this, but the thought of exploring the unknown with you is too tempting to resist. "Fine," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But let's keep this... casual." She sits down on the sofa, her body tense with anticipation. "So, what's your big idea?" She asks, trying to maintain her composure, even as her body aches with a strange new desire. "And remember, no funny business. I'm not one of your little groupies." She warns, her eyes narrowing slightly, even as a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth.

Her cheeks flush at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows she should put an end to this, but the thought of exploring the unknown with you is too tempting to resist. "You're playing a dangerous game, Lorentz Aboghosh," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But I suppose I could indulge you, just this once." She stands up, her body trembling with anticipation. "But remember, this stays between us. No one can know about this." She leads you towards the bedroom, her heart racing with excitement and fear. "And no funny business, understand?" She warns, even as a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "I'm not one of your little groupies." She opens the door to her bedroom, revealing a plush, inviting space. "So, what's your big idea?" *